DING! DING! DING!

Dark Tiger and Kensington lock up immediately and the much bigger Dark Tiger pushes Kensington back toward the corner and then shoves him flying into the turnbuckle.

Adams: What a display of force by the big man Dark Tiger!

Following up, Dark Tiger charges into the corner and splashes the much smaller Kensington, who stumbles forward and then falls right to the ground, face first on to the canvas. The big man picks Nigel up off of the mat and scoops him up, hitting him with a big body slam. He bounces off of the ropes and lands a big elbow and quickly covers up.

One!

Two!

Crowd: Three!

Simone: No! Kensington kicks out!

Still laying on the mat, Dark Tiger picks Kensington up and whips him into the ropes. As he comes back toward Dark Tiger, the big man hits him with hard clothesline that sends Nigel tumbling through the air.

Adams: Woweee! Did you see that?

Rupert Royston is in the corner clamoring for Kensington, trying to get his partner amped up. As Dark Tiger goes to grab Kensington by the head he is met with fist in the gut, sending the big man back a few steps. Seizing his opportunity, Nigel runs up to Dark Tiger and dropkicks him in the face, which sends the big man down to the mat. Kensington leans over and tags his partner Royston who jumps up into the ring.

Simone: And the tag is made!

As Dark Tiger tries to get up he is stuck in the face with another dropkick, this time by Rupert Royston. He goes for a quick cover but the much stronger Dark Tiger pushes him off almost immediately.

Adams: That didn't work so well.

Rupert goes to work on the legs of Dark Tiger, grabbing them both and then kicking the inside of his knees. He bounces himself off of the ropes and then hits a big leg drop, and Dark Tiger looks hurt as Royston gets up and shows off for the crowd to loud boos.

Adams: I'm not sure this crowd is really behind Best of British, Belinda.

Simone: I like this Dark Tiger fellow, Jason.

Rupert Royston bounces off the ropes one more time and then drops a standing splash on Dark Tiger Dark Tiger, hooking the leg after he makes contact and Jacob Summers drops for the count.

One!

Two!

Adams: Another kickout by Dark Tiger Dark Tiger. He better try to make a tag soon or R.O.A.R. could be in trouble here.

After Dark Tiger kicks out the two men get up at the same time and Dark Tiger lands another vicious clothesline out of nowhere, this time sending Rupert Royston airborne.

Adams: Holy…!

Simone: Jason...

Adams: Sorry...

Dark Tiger, seeing his opportunity, makes the tag to his partner Jeremiah Hardin.

Crowd: POP!

Simone: Finally Dark Tiger is able to get Jeremiah Hardin involved in this match.

Hardin slips in between the ropes and kicks Royston in the face as he tries to get up and then taunts the crowd.

Crowd: POP!

Adams: They sure love Jeremiah Hardin here in Phoenix, Arizona.

Hardin picks Rupert Royston up and sends him flying into the corner. Royston bounces off of the ropes and stumbles toward the center of the ring where Jeremiah is standing. He grabs Royston and hits him with a powerslam and then goes for the pin.

One!

Two!

Thr-

Adams: Rupert Royston kicked out at the last second.

Jacob Summers holds up two fingers and the match continues. Hardin picks Rupert Royston up off of the mat and goes to whip him into the corner again but Rupert reverses the whip sending Jeremiah into the opposite corner. He runs up and clotheslines Hardin in the corner knocking his opponent down to mat. Rupert Royston climbs to the second rope and signals to the crowd.

Crowd: BOO!

Royston hits Jeremiah with a slingshot splash and then goes for a cover.

One!

Two!

Thr-

Simone: A close one!

Jeremiah kicks out just as Summers' hand is about to drop the three count.

Adams: Looks like B.O.B is starting to win the Phoenix crowd over a bit...NOT!

A frustrated Rupert Royston slaps his hands together three times, showing Summers his disapproval. He picks up Jeremiah by the head and walks him over to where his partner Nigel Kensington is standing and makes the tag. Kensington gets in the ring and together they send Hardin into the ropes and double clothesline him.

Adams: Some good teamwork by the young duo.

Rupert Royston leaves the ring and Kensington goes to work on Jeremiah. He puts his head under his arm and lifts him high into the air in a vertical suplex and then sends him crashing down to the mat hard. He bounces off of the ropes and drops a knee right in his face. He goes to pull Jeremiah up but Hardin hits him with a fist in the gut, sending Kensington knees first on to the mat. Standing in front of the kneeling Kensington, Jeremiah kicks him square in the face sending a loud SMACK through the arena.

Crowd: Oooh!

Jeremiah makes the tag to Dark Tiger and the big man comes back inside the ring. He picks Kensington up and hits him with a hard backbreaker. He tags Jeremiah in again and then whips Kensington toward Jeremiah. Hardin grabs him and lifts him up high in the air in his Tiger Cross Suplex and as he brings Kensington down, Dark Tiger plants him with his Dissention to Darkness.

Adams: BEAST MODE!

Simone: This one's over.

As Jeremiah goes for the cover, Dark Tiger runs over and knocks Rupert Royston off of the apron. Summers drops for the count.

One!

Two!

Three!

Justin: Here our your winners and Jeremiah Hardin and Dark Tiger.....R.O.A.R.!!!!!

The cameras fade outside of the GCU arena as Blanca and Zuri Chastain are standing near the back fence. Zuri's smile has been plastered on her face since last week.

Zuri Chastain: Mercedes, last week you made the best decision in your entire life. However, I think since you want the both of us inside the ring. We thought it be in our best interest to make this match a little more interesting.

Blanca Chastain: Now since you want to so badly to ruin our time here in Sin City Wrestling. We want to be able to return the favor. Since you are so confident that you can beat Zuri and myself in a handicap match. Then you should have no problem doing it on your own.

A chuckle escapes Zuri before sharing with the world.

Zuri Chastain: In case your shampoo has destroyed most of your brain cells Mercedes, let me clarify what we mean. Mercedes, we want you to come to the ring by yourself. That means, no Mean Girls anywhere near the ring. We want to see if you can backup what you said last week. You think you can beat us then prove it.

Blanca Chastain: Mercedes, we know deep down you can't hang with us. You talk so much trying to keep yourself ready for a fight. We just want you to keep running that mouth because it will just make it that much sweeter when we shut it. Mercedes, we are going to prove you wrong. No one crosses us.

Zuri throws one finger up into the camera.

Zuri Chastain: No good deed goes unpunished.

Blanca Chastain: Just in case you have cotton balls in your ears, WE RUN THIS TOWN.

Zuri and Blanca continue to laugh as the camera cuts back inside the arena.

09/14/2014 - Desert Sun Stadium - Yuma, Arizona

The fans are brought to their feet as Bounce begins to play and Bombshell Champion Vixen approaches the top of the aisle and pauses to salute the fans then moves towards the ring.

Simone: Vixen isn't supposed to be here tonight. She's due to face Delia soon at Violent Conduct Two!

Adams: Shush, Vixen's got a microphone and is about to speak!

Simone: You didn't just shush me!

Adams: Belinda...this is what you are doing...

Jason motions talking with his hand

Adams: This is what I want you to do!

Jason motions with his hand a puppet that is stopped talking. Belinda glares at him as Vixen begins to speak into the microphone.

Vixen:I wanted to come out here and needed to tell some people some things and first I want to start with Sean Jackson. See I don't know if you know him but he is offering excuses left right and center for his lack of control shall we say. And when those excuses are thrown around, inevitably, my name is usually brought into the mix. Holing me up as some pale delicate flower that should the events that happen to him happen to me, management would be all over the offender like a fat kid on a cupcake.

Vixen pauses for effect, rolling her eyes like she is sharing some secret with the fans who are chanting the word cupcake which makes the bombshell champ smile.

Vixen: I get why he is trying to get sympathy. After all, Erik Staggs is my new uncle since I married Spike…

The chant changes to Spike's name.

Vixen: I get it Sean, anything to pussy your way out of being a man and admitting you are in the wrong. And I will admit here and now that when I faced you, yes you did manage to make me bleed. Bravo for that. But lucky for you, Christian and Erik and even your precious Mark Ward are protecting you because here in Sin City Wrestling, the Bombshells are not to fight the men. But a word of warning to you Sean, do NOT take my name in vain again. I am not your excuse and should I find out you used me as one again…I don't care if it gets me fired, there will be blood and it won't be mine and that is a promise.

Adams: Oh my god, Vixen sounds serious!

Simone: I think so. I mean we have heard how Sean Jackson likes to run his mouth. But I wonder who else she is here to talk about tonight?

Adams: Maybe me? I hope so!!

Vixen lowers her head as a hand creeps across the Bombshell title that is on her waist.

Vixen: And let me address the number one contender for this title. Delia Darling…

Vixen sneers the name as she faces the fans. Smiling, she lets her own French accent to sneak into her voice, thickening it in an obvious parody of imitation.

Vixen: Eet is coming Delia, ze night when you get to face moi in ze ring. Are vous ready? Do you tink zat you have what eet takes to beat moi? Zut alors, I do not tink so…

The imitation stutters to a stop as Vixen can't help but laugh.

Vixen: Seriously, knowing that Delia is my number one contender makes me think that someone up there doesn't like her. I mean really, she faces me at Violent Conduct for the Bombshell title. And if you look at what has happened in the last few supercards, she is in for the beating of a lifetime from yours truly. And when I say that I am going to enjoy myself, I mean it. Because this is not only going to be for all the insults and then threats to me, but also for Spike and how you and your little group of infighting lemmings got between him and his son. You don't mess with my family Delia and expect me to stand back and allow it.

Vixen gets right into the camera and smiles evilly.

Vixen: At the time when this first started, I was only Timmy friend. Now that I am married to Spike, my maternal protective instinct has been triggered. So beware of me Delia... otherwise, the mauling that is going to happen at Violent Conduct is going to make my barbed wire match at Into the Void look like a pillow fight.

Vixen smiles as she blows a kiss at the camera lens.

Simone: Strong words from our Bombshell champion! I wonder what Delia will have to say about it?

Drew Patton stands inside of the ring along with Justin Decent.

Justin: Our next contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied by the Goldenboy Gene Banton Junior, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing 227 pounds ... GENE BANTON JUNIOR!

The opening chords of 'Magic Man' by Heart heralds a burst of multi-colored pyrotechnics at the head of the ramp. Curious faces bustle towards the railing lining the aisle their collective gaze drawn to the curtains bearing the SCW logo. Trembling briefly the satin grey drapery is parted forcibly by a pair of hands belonging to the Goldenboy Gene Banton Jr. He pauses succinctly, standing between the vibrant illuminations bringing his hands to his hips allowing the crowd to take in the display. Overhead a giant LCD screen dubbed the jumbotron flashes images of the young man performing in the ring, speaking into a microphone and posing with a bevy of bikini clad beauties. Finally, he breaks into a stride, confidently swaggering his way to the ring ignoring the thrusting of outstretched hands, his lips curled into a confident smirk as his gleaming cobalt lenses dial into their destination, the squared circle where his business will be conducted in earnest. His manager and father, Goldenboy Gene Banton follows behind several paces, allowing his son the entirety of the spotlight. Climbing the iron steps and stepping between the ropes, the youngster extends his arms in presentation acknowledging the vociferous reception of the mob.

Simone: There he is, the former SCW Champion.

Adams: I can't wait until he gets his return match against Drake Green!

Warrior's Code by Dropkick Murphys begins to play as Connor Murphy comes out on stage, one arm shaking with the beat over his head as the other pulls his cigarette from his lips while holding a red solo cup. Starting down towards the ring, he jokes and smirks at the fans.

Justin: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, weighing 185 pounds ... CONNOR MURPHY!

Connor stops part way around the ring at the announcers table to take one final puff of his cigarette then looks for something to put it out in. With a smirk and a nod at Belinda, he motions putting out the cigarette in her drink only to wave it off and put his glass down on the table and drop the butt into it. Climbing into the ring, he wipes at his nose then smirks for the fans again.

The bell rings.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

The two men immediately engage in a stare down in the center of the ring, the cocky Geno Junior trying to play mind games with Connor who is having none of it. They then lunge forward and lock up, collar and elbow. Connor ducks behind Junior and grabs him in a rear waistlock, but Junior breaks the hold and twists his arm into a top wrist lock. Junior nods with a knowing smile when Connor lays into him with a sudden heavy forearm that knocks Junior loose. Junior checks his teeth briefly before a scowl crosses his face and he charges Connor who uses his own legs to take Banton to the mat with a drop toe hold. Connor floats over and wrestles him into a front facelock on the canvas and wrenches the hold, tightening it and holding him down.

Simone: This is the first time we've seen Junior since his title loss to Drake and he's having some trouble with Connor from the get go.

Adams: Well Connor Murphy is a tough nut to crack in the ring. No nonsense all the way!

Junior slowly forces his way to his hands and knees, still trapped in the front facelock on the mat.

Simone: I dare say it looks like Junior's been working out.

Junior pushes his way back to a vertical base and counters the hold into a hammerlock on Connor, who quickly counters himself by switching it into a wristlock of his own. Connor twists and wrenches the wrist, making Junior wince openly until the former champion jumps up off of his feet and catches Murphy with a Hurricanrana from out of nowhere!

Adams: And that's why Geno Junior once held SCW's top prize around his waist!

Connor looks stunned as he starts to drag himself up with the help of the ropes but Junior rushes him and clobbers him in the back with a double axe handle, knocking him back down. Junior then shoves Connor's head through the top and middle rope. He chokes Murphy on the middle rope while reaching over the top and gouges at his eyes with his free hand.

Simone: And there's another reason.

Drew starts to issue his count ...

1...
2...
3...
4...

And Junior breaks just before he gets disqualified. He backs off briefly, then goes right back to work and grabs Connor by a handful of hair and drives his face into the near corner. Junior turns around with his arms spread wide, mocking the fans and very proud of himself.

Simone: He needs to pay better attention to his opponent!

Adams: No kidding! Connor is back up!

And Connor runs up from behind Geno and dropkicks him in the back, knocking Junior into the corner face first! Junior stumbles around and Connor jumps and lands with a Stinger splash! Connor then starts laying in a flurry of fists to Banton's head but Junior cuts him off with a rake of the eyes that temporarily blinds Murphy! Connor falls back into the corner on his backside and Junior lays in a number of boots to his sternum before pressing his boot into his throat, prompting a fresh count from Drew!

1...
2...
3...
4...

And Junior again breaks with a smile on his face, all but ignoring the reprimands of the official.

Simone: One day that arrogance is going to cost that kid.

Adams: More than it cost him the Heavyweight title?

Junior pulls Connor up but Murphy starts fighting back with shots but Junior ducks a blow, grabs him from behind and hits a flipping release dragon suplex!

Adams: Sugar Rush!

Junior covers Connor, hooking the leg.

1.....
2.....
Connor gets his shoulder up!

Simone: And the former champion is acting like it's no big deal.

Indeed Junior rises with a smug smile, nodding and applauding his opponent. Junior then points to the crowd and then down at his opponent who rolls over onto his back, prone. Junior jumps over him and uses the ropes to springboard back into a moonsault -- but Connor brings his knees up into Junior's midsection!

Adams: Ohhh! We might see what Junior had to eat at the buffet before the show!

Junior clutches his stomach, his face contorted in agony as the wind was taken out of him! Both men struggle to get back up, dragging themselves to their feet. Connor falls back against the ropes and Junior rushes him, but Murphy ducks and instead brings Geno Junior crashing down with a side Russian leg sweep, rolling back and folding Banton in half in a cradle-like pin!

1.....
2.....
Junior gets his shoulder up!

Adams: He almost had him!

Connor drags Junior to his feet and Irish whips him hard into the corner. Junior stumbles out and Murphy rebounds from the ropes and brings him crashing down with a one handed bulldog! Connor rolls him over and covers him again.

1.....
2.....
Junior kicks out!

Simone: Connor has got to start hooking the leg!

Connor stares at Drew for a brief moment before he grabs Junior and brings him to his feet. Connor goes for a short arm clothesline but Junior ducks behind and brings hi up and over with a bridging German suplex!

1.....
2.....
Connor kicks out!

Adams: So close!

Simone: And it looks like Gene Banton Junior is back in control.

Junior slices a thumb across his throat and he drags Connor up and deposits Murphy on the top of the near corner. Junior then starts to mount the corner when Connor begins to fight back. Connor stuns Junior with a right hand to the jaw, then grabs two handfuls of his blonde curls and slams his head down into the turnbuckle!

Simone: I could be wrong but I think Junior's head may have struck the steel between the turnbuckle and the post!

Connor then grabs Junior's arms in a double underhook and brings him from the top in a Pepsi Plunge!

Adams: Veritas! He hit it!

Connor rolls Junior over onto his back and hooks the leg!

1.....
2.....
3!

Adams: He got him!

The crowd cheers as the bell rings and Drew raises the arm of the victor!

Justin: Here is your winner ... CONNOR MURPHY!

Simone: This has got to be considered an upset! Connor Murphy just scored the biggest win of his career, pinning the former SCW Heavyweight Champion!

The fans continue to cheer as Connor raises his arms in the corner as Gene Senior helps his dazed son from the ring, Junior acting like he doesn't know quite where he is!

We open up backstage at the GCU arena and it is there where we are able to see "The Rose Goddess" Crystal Hilton walking through the hallways. She stops at a locker room taking a deep breath before she slowly begins to knock on the door. She stands outside waiting for the door to be opened.

The door swings open to reveal Amy Marshall wearing normal street clothes as she isn't booked on the show, however, she was there to watch friends and the mean girls.

Amy: Hi Crystal

Amy said a little shocked to see Crystal standing before her. Crystal looks back at Amy as she offers her a grin in return

Crystal: Well if it isn't Amy Marshal. Long time no see. I figured seeing as I have been in SCW for a few weeks now, and I was too busy hiding behind a mask. I thought it would be nice if I stopped by to say a few things. Especially considering I couldn't help but overhear your promo from a few weeks ago where you had a lot to say about me, and the person I used to be. All things considered Amy, how are you this evening. Did you miss me?

Crystal's smile goes wide as she looks directly into Amy's eyes. Amy looks back at Crystal and feels a little uneasy about the current situation.

Amy: Look, I apologize if I offended you or upset you, but I was making a point towards those morons on the roster.

Amy shrugged before continuing on..

Amy: And to be honest, I thought I saw the last of you when I left NCW… you were the last person I expected to come here.

Crystal however shrugs in return as she glances back at the Alaskan beauty.

Crystal: But as much as you are apologizing you shouldn't be the one to apologize. It should be me. I was the one that absolutely rude to you in the past. So if you are willing to move on, I know I am. We can move on and start things a new. Do you accept my apology?

Crystal offers a hand out to Amy.

Amy stares at Crystal and shakes her head, totally confused in what was happening considering their history

Amy: what? umm.... sure. Apology accepted.

Amy said, still a little confused but she took Crystal's hand and they shook.

Crystal: I know it's weird to see me doing this but I am not the woman that I used to be. Although I still may go a bit crazy over my looks, and may come across a tad cocky but as a person I am changing. I am just here to wrestle, and just like you I do have my eyes on the Mean Girls however my reasons are different. To me to be honest I am indifferent on the whole situation but among all of them one of them sticks out to me. One of them I am very close too with outside of the ring and that's Mercedes Vargas. She is one of my best friends in the wrestling world and had she waited a week or two, the two of us could have been tearing things up as a little Latina duo but instead of waiting it's like she jumped into something, and I personally know that she is better than that.

Amy shrugged.

Amy: Well it's nice to see you here and that you have almost changed your ways, which I accept, but don't expect a warm welcome from Mercedes.

Amy said. Crystal laughs as she looks back at Amy.

Crystal: Warm welcome? You of all people should know how I am when it comes to the ring. When it's outside the ring yes I hold Mercedes close to me but inside of it there has always been somewhat of a rivalry between us, and if I eventually have to go on to be the one to snap her out of her senses so be it. But I am not going to go on and on about it. The main thing that I wanted to say is that you would be seeing a lot more of me from now on, and hoping that we could move on from the past. Maybe as friends.

Amy nods.

Amy: Sure... friends. And I look forward to seeing you inside the ring in the near future, hopefully kicking your ass.

Amy winks at Crystal.

Crystal: Not if I kick yours first.

Crystal says before waving walking away.

Crystal: It was great catching up with you.

Amy just smirks and shakes her head, before heading back inside the changing room.

Delia: NO! You can NOT have z'em!

Delia grunts as she continues to try pushing the stagehand backward. He only smiles and offers a laugh as the other stagehand clears his throat, drawing Delia's attention toward him, and she bares her teeth angrily.

Stagehand: Ms. Darling... We need to get these shirts over to the merch table. Don't you want to sell your... awesome Mean Girls Merchandise to the fans?

Delia: Don't you dare patronize me, masic! I refuse to let you tough z'e boxes, let alone z'e merchandise inside!

The second stagehand chuckles as the first one reaches over Delia's shoulder and touches one of the boxes. Delia nearly has a meltdown as she growls and removes her shoulder from his chest. She slaps his hand, knocking it away from the box and then gives him a look, daring him to try it again. Just then, Veronica Taylor and Holly Wood come walking around the corner, chatting amongst themselves. The echo of the slap catches them off guard as they sigh and walk over to the situation that is unfolding.

Veronica: Girl, what is going on here? You look like you're trying to guard your beauty supplies from basics…

Delia: Ummm, z'ese idiots are TRYING to take our merchandise to z'e merchandise table! Like we actually want z'ese basics and Jealous Janis's to be able to buy OUR stuff...

Veronica takes a second to blink in confusion. She sighs and looks over to Holly who shrugs her shoulders, refusing to even say a word in response to this. Veronica preens at her nails as she pretends to be interested in Delia's struggle.

Veronica: Good God girl, getta grip. Seriously. If these basics want to buy our merchandise, then why would you care if they throw their measly, hard earned dollars at our stuff? I mean, it will only make us richer…

Delia: Ugh! I don't want z'eir sweaty dollar bills in my pocket. Z'e crowd smells, and I don't want my face anywhere near z'eir disgusting, body odor filled armpits and unclean bosoms... Sorry bout it...

Holly: Girl, are you even for real right now? Money is money, and they gonna get our stuff one way or another, so why protest?

Holly picks Delia up and flings her over her shoulders. Delia kicks and screams as Holly tries to take the feisty Bombshell away from the boxes. Delia clubs at Holly's back as she worms her way out of Holly's grip. She nearly crashes into the boxes as she holds her ground.

Delia: I will NOT leave here until z'e bosses agree to charge more for our merchandise! We are better z'an everyone else, so our products are wors' more. I refuse to leave until I get to speak to a member of management...

Veronica: I agree that our stuff is a bargain at twice the price, but seriously. It isn't like we need the money, and you're going to wind up getting like suspended or whatever. Just let these gross, sad, pathetic, smelly masics do their job and bring the hottest selling items to the table now, okay?

Delia growls as she flings open one of the boxes. She finds a few shirts with Veronica and Holly's faces on the front and then she flings them over her shoulder at them.

Delia: If you want to sell your stuff, z'en be my guest, but I am sure z'at Liz and Mercedes would agree wi's me!

Just then, Angelica, Liz, Tessa, and Mercedes all come out of the Mean Girls locker room to watch the commotion. Mercedes smiles as she leans against the wall to enjoy the show. Tessa stands next to Delia to help her guard the boxes while Liz pulls Delia to the side slightly.

Liz: Ummmm... Delia? You're going all kinds of crazy out here. As much as I would love to sell our stuff for wayyyyy more than what it is being sold for, why fight it?

Angelica: Yeah, at least you have a shirt of your own. I'm a founder of Mean Girls, and I don't even have one.

Delia: Z'at is because you aren't important enough. You're not even a wrestler anymore, GAWD Angie! Should we make one for Tessa too, since she gets our waters? Hm? Should We make one up for z'e girls who tried out and didn't make z'e cut, or anyone else pointless z'at you can s'ink of?

Angelica scoffs, ready to go off on Delia when Holly cups her hand around Angelica's mouth. Mercedes tilts her head to the side, offering a light chuckle as she silently claps her hands together. Tessa fends off the men who try to grab the cases. Liz smiles and nods her head, but then realizes she was trying to talk Delia down from the proverbial ledge. She softens her expression and clears her throat, wincing in pain from the neck injury.

Liz: We neeeeeed to remember that these people don't have the kind of money that we do, and they couldn't afford our stuff if we charged more. I know we're not a charity, but we are trying to promote a movement, riiiiight? I mean, how else are we supposed to spread awareness for the Jealous Janis epi... epidem... the cause or whatever? We need to sell these shirt for the same price as everyone else's to help our movement, okay?

Delia is still huffing and puffing, but she remains silent. Soon she slowly calms herself down, thinking to herself before a sweet smile spreads across her face. She nods her head and then steps out of the way.

Delia: Yeah... You... you're right. Ugh, how could I be so silly?

Liz: Ugh I'm so smart!

Mercedes: Ugh, so smart...

Tessa: Yeah, er.... totally smart!

Angelica: I don't think your nose got far enough up Liz's ass, Tess...

Everyone's feel good moment is ruined by Angelica interjecting. They shoot her an evil glare, minus Mercedes who is still enjoying the show. Angelica growls and walks back inside of the Mean Girls locker room as the stagehands seize the opportunity to grab the boxes before heading away. Delia gives Liz a hug as Veronica rolls her eyes with a sigh. We fade elsewhere.

SCW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
DRAKE GREEN © versus RAGE

Simone: It's time to see who will be moving to Violent Conduct 2.

Adams: Yep and I must say it will be interesting to see who advances.

The lights begin to flicker around the room, spot lights scan around the crowd, "Salt in the Wound" begins to play as the crowd looks around to see where he is coming from. Frost appears from one side of the arena and heads through the crowd before climbing over the barricade and slides under the bottom rope.

Justin Decent: The following triple threat match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from the far riches of sanity, weighing in at 167 lbs, please welcome Lucian Frost.

Simone: Frost looks to be all business here tonight.

Adams: Are you sure? How can you tell?

"Nightmare" Hits the PA as Joshua walks out from the back with boos from the crowd. As he walks slowly to the ring he avoids all contact from fans. Once in the ring he goes up to the middle rope of the turnbuckle, drawing boos from the crowd as he holds up his arms.

Justin Decent: and the opponent from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 227 lbs he is the SCW Nightmare, Joshua Acquin.

Simone: Last week he blind sides Horace Jackson and now he actually gets inside the ring.

Adams: The HSI foot soldier is here to cause more havoc.

The lights in the arena dies down as the crowd in the arena screams in anticipation. "Southtown" by The Ghost Inside suddenly explodes through the PA system in sync to the pulsation of gold lights. We then suddenly see the entrance way being engulf with smoke. Amidst the smoke, we see a figure as the song blasts throughout the airwaves. After several seconds while the smoke starts to clear, the figure materializes and is revealed to be Ryan Kidd. He roars and pumps up the crowd

Justin Decent: Making his way to the ring... Weighing in at TWO HUNDRED and TWELVE POUNDS... From Los Angeles, California... Pro Wrestling's Evil Knievel... RYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNN... KIDD!!

As the gold lights pulsation continues, he then strolls down to the ramp and slaps some hands of the fans ringside. He stops at the bottom of the ramp and looks around the whole arena and raises his arm. He then continues walking making his way around the ring slapping some hands of the fans. He then stops in front of a steel steps and runs up to it stopping on the ring apron. He then climbs the nearest turnbuckle and raises his arms and roars to pump up the crowd. He somersaults down from the turnbuckle and runs to the opposite corner and climbs the turnbuckle. He roars and raises his arms in the air to the delight of the fans. He then somersaults down from the turnbuckle and walks to the opposite side of the ring. He then leans on the ropes puts his foot on the bottom rope as he raises his arm ala Edge as the fans cheers him on. He then walks into his corner and does some warm up while waiting for the match to begin.

Adams: Ryan Kidd makes his return and gets thrusted into a title shot.

Simone: He is getting the same chance as everyone else.

Jasmine St. John pats each man down just to make sure no one is hiding any hidden objects. She finishes patting them down and has them backed all the way into the corner. She lifts one hand up into the air as Joshua immediately jumps Ryan Kidd.

Ding ding ding

Adams: Why am I not surprised?

Simone: Joshua is wasting very little time going on the attack.

Joshua is stomping Kidd into the corner as Lucian is sitting back a bit. Josh lifts Kidd back up to his feet and begins striking him with backhand chops. He continues with the chops as Frost comes flying in with a corner splash. The force of the move causes Josh and Kidd to crack heads. Kidd droops down as Josh stumbles out of the corner. Frost follows him out of the corner and dropkicks him right out of the ring.

Adams: Former tag partners going after each other

Simone: This is a shock for me. Acquin and Frost have been a good tag team.

Frost glances over at Kidd before sprinting toward the ropes, springboards off them and connects with a rolling senton landing straight across the throat of Josh. Josh and Frost are still on the outside as Frost is the first to get up on his feet. Frost lays in a few good kicks to the side of Josh's head as the crowd is going crazy. Meanwhile in the ring, Ryan Kidd has been giving enough time to catch his breath.

Simone: Frost and Acquin are too busy beating the hell out of each other instead of winning the match.

Adams: All the while leaving Kidd too himself.

Kidd sees the action out on the arena floor and decides to bounce off the ropes. He rebounds off the ropes, leaps over the ropes and lands on top of both men with a fosbury flop. Kidd springs back up to his feet and gives a quick yell for the fans. The fans begin to cheer as he drives Acquin back first into the steel sidings of the barricade. Josh's back bows badly as Kidd grabs Frost by the head and flings him back into the ring. Josh stumbles toward Kidd but gets a stiff boot to the side of the head for his troubles. Josh falls back down to his knees as Kidd hops up onto the ring apron. He motions for Frost to get up to his feet. He goes to spring off the ropes but Frost catches him with a quick death valley driver.

Adams: Good god, that move shook the damn ring.

Simone: I don't know if Frost and Acquin planned that but good team work.

Frost immediately goes for the pin attempt but before Jasmine could get in position. Josh slides into the ring and shoves Frost off of Kidd. Acquin even goes for the cover himself but Kidd kicks out before Jasmine hits the mat for a one count. Josh grabs a hold of Kidd's head and begins raining down right after right. He then begins to deliver headbutts causing blood to slowly start flowing down the face of Kidd. Josh continues to beat down on Kidd as Frost comes in with a low baseball dropkick knocking Josh on his back.

Simone: Josh is going nuts.

Adams: Is this a first blood match?

Simone: No, why?

Adams: Because if it was then Kidd would have lost.

Frost dropkicks Kidd again before hitting a cross chop on Acquin. He pulls Josh back up to his feet and tosses him over the ring ropes. Josh's height helps him land on the apron as Frost hits a running knee to Kidd's head. Frost turns around to see Josh standing on the apron. Without delay, he sprints toward the corner, springs off the ropes and connects with a triangle dropkick knocking Acquin off the apron. As Josh hits the floor, the crowd is going crazy as a man in a Darth Vader mask is walking through the crowd.

Simone: Who let Darth Vader in the building?

Adams: Acquin might just be in trouble.

Frost tilts his head to side while watching Acquin get to his feet. Meanwhile Kidd comes charging in behind Frost, jumps over the ropes and drives Frost's throat across the top rope. Right as Kidd lands on the floor, the Darth Vader person lifts the mask up and smacks the mask in the back of Josh's head. Kidd looks over at the down Josh and slides back into the ring. The moment he slides back into the ring, Frost meets him with a foot stomp straight across Kidd's back. Frost continues to stomp as the cameras pan over to the man who attacked Acquin.

Simone: That's Mack Andrews. He is one of Horace Jackson's friends. What is he doing here?

Adams: I am guessing it's payback for last week.

Kidd manages to catch Frost's foot before getting kicked in the skull and twists him to the mat. Acquin is still trying to get back to his feet as Kidd connects with an implant DDT. Kidd shoots the half and goes for the pin attempt. Jasmine slides into position and smashes the canvas twice with her hand. She goes to bring it down for a third time but Josh manages to jump into the ring. He breaks up the pin attempt but looks down at Mack Andrews. He starts yelling at him to get in the ring as Frost comes running up behind him. Josh senses Frost coming and drives a boot into the sternum. Frost keels over as Josh hooks his arms behind his head. He then lifts him up and drops him with his patent full nelson facebuster.

Simone: Nightmare 2, Josh Acquin has just struck with it.

Adams: Chalk this up for another win for HSI.

"The High Life" blares as Josh and everyone else turns their attention to the stage as Horace Jackson walks out. He is standing there holding his Darth Vader mask in his hand as Josh quickly exits the ring. He stands at the bottom of the ramp staring up at Horace. Kidd notices Josh is preoccupied as Frost is slowly starting to get on his hands and knees. Kidd bounces off the ropes and connects with a vicious curb stomp sending Frost face first into the canvas.

Simone: Engine 45.

Adams: Kidd nearly stomped Frost's head into another orbit.

Kidd rolls Frost over and hooks his leg. Jasmine slides into position and slaps the canvas three times as the bell finally rings.

Justin Decent: Here is your winner, Ryan Kidd!!!!

The ringing of the bell causes Josh to turn around and see Ryan getting his hand raised. Josh goes to slide back into the ring as Horace sprints down the ramp. Josh almost slides into the ring but Horace catches him by the legs. He then drags Josh out as his sternum bounces off the hard floor. Horace looks down at Josh with a smirk before jumping over the barricade and leaving through the crowd with Mack right behind him. Kidd throws his arms up as the crowd is still going crazy.

Simone: Josh should have known that Horace would pay him back.

Adams: What's good for the goose is good for the gander.

Simone: What the hell are you talking about?

Adams: Kidd wins and Horace gets payback. The goose got his gander cooked.

Simone: Whatever

v/o: "Phoenix, Arizona. Can you feel it coming, in the air tonight?"

The lights shut down, leaving the crowd in the dark. Brilliant flashes of light start to burst through out, acting as it were streaks of lighting. A dark crimson color light illuminates the entrance area as a thick mist rolls across the entrance ramp.

A hush falls over the club as the crimson mist pours off the entrance ramp and into the crowd. Without warning, crimson colored lights explode throughout the club. A video explodes on the screen as you can see the letters slowly fade in, and as it does a very well known theme begins to filter out throughout the arena...

"I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord"

As the popular Phil Collins song "In The Air Tonight" begins to play, the letters on the big screen finish forming with a nickname now well known with this theme....

The Mental Rapist

Through the crimson mist, the fans can see two people making their way onto the entrance ramp. The arena erupts into mostly boos, but some cheers as the two people are quickly recognized as Sean Jackson and the evil Jezebeth Vanessa. Jackson is motionless while Vanessa stands bladed, her curves showing up beautifully against the backdrop. Sean is completely focused, his face adorned with a serious look while Vanessa runs her hands down the curves of her body and to her hips.

"Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord."

His face remains stoic as only God knows what's floating around in that screwed up head of his, especially with the Vietnamese darkling at his side. After soaking up the reaction for a few moments, he motions that it's finally time to make their way to the ring.

They begin the slow walk down to the ring as the crimson spot lights glisten off of Vanessa's dark Vietnamese skin and cast a pale reflection on Jackson. Vanessa wearing a low cut blood red dress with a long slit showing off her well toned legs and cleavage while Jackson is dressed in a black shirt with the HSI logo on the front. He is also wearing black trunks with gold colored material and outlined in blood red you see "HSI".

As soon as they enter the ring, a spotlight bathes Sean Jackson as he takes to the turnbuckles and slowly climbs up. As he sets foot on the middle turnbuckle, the ring is surrounded in falling pyro on all sides of the rings as he peers out at the fans at ringside. Much to the approval of a clapping Vanessa, he then hops down off the turnbuckle and leans against the ropes. As the pyro dies out, the lights come back on, returning the light to the arena.

He then asks for and receives a house mic, which he slowly raises to his mouth.

Jackson: You know, these past couple of weeks have gotten really out of hand. Feuding with Jamie Dean was one thing, but when fans start becoming casualties from it, then it's gone entirely too far.

Fans have no clue what to make of this. Most refuse to believe him.

Jackson: Justin, for my part in this. I'm sorry. As I stated before, things have gone too far and it ends here. When I saw you at ringside, all I wanted to do was rib you a bit. I wanted to make fun of the Jamie Dean shirt you were wearing, and nothing else. But unfortunately, it wouldn't be that simple. No matter what happened at ringside, you didn't deserve that Hook em Horns driver on the steel ring steps. Trust me, I wish I could go back in time to change that decision....

Sean hangs his head a bit, you can see the pain on his face.

Jackson: But I can't. However, what I can do is make it up to you and Jamie Dean in the only way that I know how....

Sean's face lights up.

Jackson: And that is to step into this ring later on tonight, with truly the best intentions at heart, and helping Jamie Dean to become the SCW tag team champions.

Sean begins to pace.

Jackson: What Mark Ward said last week made a lot of sense to me. I don't remember it ver batum, but he pretty much wanted me to do what was best for business. What was best for Sin City Wrestling. Then it dawned on me, what was best for business was a changing of my ways. What was best for business was the Sean Jackson who helped that little girl during her Make A Wish fantasy....

Yes, Sean is referring to letting the little girl pin him at the Into The Void III PPV.

Jackson: I didn't want to admit it then, but that was the most enjoyable thing that I've done in a very long time. I enjoyed seeing the smile on her face, I enjoyed how it made her family feel.

Sean takes a very deep breath, it is starting to work on him emotionally. He begins to fight back tears.

Jackson: When I slammed Justin down on those steel ring steps, there wasn't anyone smiling. Hell, I look back now, and that wasn't what was best for business...

Sean is now looking out at the fans.

Jackson: That wasn't what was best for you guys.

Again, he takes a deep breath.

Jackson: It definitely wasn't what was best for Sin City Wrestling. Christian Underwood, Erik Staggs, I'm sorry guys for the embarrassment I've caused SCW. Mr. Mark Ward, I'm equally sorry for the black cloud hovering over Hot Stuff International. But most importantly, I'm sorry to you Justin Halliwell....

Sean begins to pace, with a purpose.

Jackson: Jamie Dean, I know you have no reason to believe me. But I'm standing here, right now, and in front of the entire wrestling world, I'm going to tell you the God's honest truth....

Sean stops pacing, he stares towards the backstage area as the camera pans in tight on his face.

Jackson: I'm sorry for what happened and I'm going to make it up to you. I'm going to step into this ring later on tonight and I'm going to help you become one half of the SCW tag team champions.

The entire time Sean is talking, Vanessa is standing behind him, nodding her head. She is even seen clapping her hands every so often.

Jackson: Bosom Buddies, tonight your tag team reign comes to an end. This isn't about Hot Stuff international, nor is it about Sin City Wrestling. It's about doing the right thing and finally becoming the man that I should have been all along. I'm appreciative of the fact that SCW has kept me on for as long as it has, and now it is time to show that appreciation.

Inhale.exhale

Jackson: It's also time for me to show Jamie Dean that I can be the best tag team partner that he's ever had. So what do you say Jamie? How about we enter this ring tonight and show Big B and Despayre what a true tag team looks like?

After a few moments of waiting, Sean goes back to talking.

Jackson: That's okay Jamie, I understand that anybody can stand up here in the ring and talk noise, but I'm being serious here. Again, I know that it has to be difficult for you to believe in what I'm saying. So I guess I'll just have to prove myself with action, and I can honestly do that....

Pause.

Jackson: Just wait and see.

With that, Sean sets the mic down on the mat, and moves towards the ring ropes. He holds the ropes while Vanessa steps through and after she is clear, he too exits the ring. They then make their way towards the back as the scene shifts back to the announcers.

SCW BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP
VIXEN © versus DELIA DARLING

Simone: The Going for the Gold Matches continue right now as Mercedes Vargas of the Mean Girls takes on her former Tag Team Partner Traci Paterson and Trishelle Jordan.

Adams: We haven't heard much from Traci since Mercedes joined the Mean Girls but neither has Trishelle for that matter.

Simone: We saw Ryan Kidd advance earlier tonight now let's see who else will advance! Let's take it to Justin.

Justin Decent: The following Triple Threat Roulette Rules Match is a Going for the Gold match!

Suddenly, the arena lights turn off and the crowd is hyped up for what was in store. As the opening of "Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me" by U2 blares across the PA system, the mood of the crowd changes instantly and the arena is under the subtle glowing of the lights. As the lyrics finally kick in, a figure emerges; the highlight of their attire is being under the illusion. Mercedes Vargas stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on waist, and overlooking the crowd.

Justin Decent: Making her way to the ring, from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing 127 pounds, MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!

Cheers, boos and catcalls soon greet her. Oblivious and yet satisfied with their reaction for several seconds, she flips her long hair, then makes her way to the ring, however once she reaches the bottom of the ramp she is surprised by Traci who drives a double axe handle into her former partner's back.

Simone: Traci isn't even waiting for her music to play before she attacks Mercedes, let alone the match!

Adams: Looks like Trishelle's going to join them!

Trishelle quickly sprints down to the ring but before she can join in Drew Patton is already breaking up the fight between the two Bombshells and orders the third to back off until the match starts Mercedes enters the ring first followed by Traci and Trishelle as they keep their distance from each other.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Okay ladies, time to decide the match type!

The three women look up to the Titantron and see SCW's Resident Wheel Spinner Ms. Rocky Mountains next to the Roulette Wheel, she quickly spins it and they all watch intently waiting for the match type to be decided.

Adams: Round and round the wheel goes, where it stops? Only the hamster spinning it knows!

Simone: What?!

Eventually the wheel stops and the three women grin when they see it.

Simone: And it's a Ladder Match!

Adams: This should be good!

A contract for the Fatal Four Match at Violent Conduct II is quickly hung up by Drew whilst Traci and Trishelle leave the ring to grab ladders, Drew signals for the ball and Traci finds one first and tosses it into the ring but she doesn't stop there as she continues searching.

Simone: Looks like Traci is looking for more toys!

Adams: And she's found them, a bunch of chairs and two tables!

Traci sets up and stacks the two tables on top of each other not realizing that Mercedes has leaned the ladder against the top rope facing her, she tosses the chairs into the ring but doesn't get a chance to get back into the ring as Mercedes runs up the ladder and uses it as a springboard for a suicide dive onto her former partner.

Simone: Looks like Traci assumed that Mercedes had left the ring to search for weapons as well and that cost her.

Adams: And that suicide dive may have cost them both! Trishelle's back in the ring with her own ladder and she's setting it up!

That is indeed the case as Trishelle has entered the ring with her own ladder and is setting it up, Mercedes quickly realizes this but since she is still recovering from her own suicide dive she isn't able to enter the ring until Trishelle is halfway up the ladder, rather than risk going up after her Mercedes grabs one of the chairs Traci threw into the ring and slams it against Trishelle's leg causing the rookie Bombshell to lose her balance and fall to the mat.

Simone: Some quick thinking by Mercedes may have just saved her the match!

Adams: And now she's climbing the ladder.

taking advantage of the fact that Trishelle is incapacitated for the moment Mercedes grabs the ladder she used earlier for her Suicide Dive and leans it against the far side of the ladder before climbing up the other side apparently in an attempt to prevent the other Bombshells from going up after her, by this time Traci has recovered and rolled into the ring but Mercedes is already at the top of the ladder.

Simone: All Mercedes needs to do is reach up and grab the contract!

Adams: And with the ladder leaning against the other side Traci will have a hard time getting up there.

Mercedes tries to grab the contract but she realizes to late that Trishelle's positioning of the ladder was off by a few feet and that she can't reach it, Mercedes stands up on the ladder apparently looking to make a leap for the contract instead.

Simone: I know Mercedes is desperate to get the Roulette Title back around her waist but there are many things that could go wrong with this idea!

Adams: I'm not a Mean Girls fan but even I don't want to think about that!

Mercedes never gets a chance to make the jump however as Traci takes the opportunity to run up the ladder that's leaning against the other ladder and spear Mercedes from the top of the ladder to the matt bellow causing both ladders to topple over in the process.

Simone: OH MY GOD!

Adams: If Trishelle can get up this may be her chance for the biggest win of her career!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Neither Traci nor Mercedes are moving following the big move and the crowd is going crazy for it! Trishelle limps up to her feet clearly favoring the leg that took the chair shot earlier in the match and upon seeing the carnage before her she realizes her opportunity and picks up the ladder before setting it up she makes sure that the ladder is in place this time before climbing up.

Simone: Unless either Mercedes or Traci get up Trishelle will be going onto the Fatal Four Way Match at Violent Conduct!

Adams: And this is one of Trishelle's first matches in SCW! What a career boost this would be for her!

However despite her head start over the two more experienced Bombshells Trishelle is slowed down by her injured leg from the chair shot earlier, Mercedes is the first one to her feet and once she realizes what's happening she starts climbing up the ladder, with her back to the pile of chairs Traci tossed into the ring earlier in the match, and whilst Trishelle is able to get to top of the ladder first Mercedes is not far behind.

Simone: Dangerous ground up there.

Adams: Especially when you see what's behind Mercedes!

Trishelle already has the contract in her hands but a swift, hard punch to her bare midriff by Mercedes knocks the wind out of her and forces her to let go off the contract, Mercedes tries to pick up where Trishelle left off but her efforts are cut off by a swift punch to the face by Trishelle and it isn't long before both women are trading punches on top of the ladder.

Simone: One punch could knock either Bombshell off the ladder.

Adams: And if it's Mercedes then she's in for a world of hurt.

Mercedes nearly loses her balance on the ladder off of a punch and realizes the bad spot she's in, she's able to recover quickly but not before Trishelle makes another attempt at the contract, Mercedes realizes how close Trishelle is from winning the match and punches her in the gut again doubling her over but this time she doesn't stop there as she follows it up by slamming Trishelle's face into the top of the ladder.

Simone: That's going to hurt in the morning!

Adams: Tell me about it!

Simone: Wait, what's Mercedes doing?

Mercedes grabs onto Trishelle's head and hooks her arm over her head, it quickly becomes apparent what Mercedes is going for and the crowd rise to their feet once they realize what's about to happen.

Simone: Please tell me she isn't going to Superplex Trishelle off the ladder?!

Adams: If this Superplex hits Trishelle will land back first onto the pile of chairs and that could end her career!

Trishelle quickly realizes this and tries to fight out of the Superplex attempt by Mercedes but it ultimately proves to be pointless as Mercedes hits the Superplex off of the ladder sending Trishelle on top of the pile of chairs in the process!

Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!

Simone: Oh my god! Trishelle isn't moving!

Adams: We need EMTs down here!

By this time Traci has gotten to her feet and one quick survey off the carnage around her tells Traci all she needs to know, she grabs the ladder, which toppled after the Superplex, rights it up and starts climbing the ladder herself.

Simone: And now Mercedes's attempt to take Trishelle out of the match may have cost her!

Adams: Traci is halfway up the ladder but Mercedes is on her feet!

Mercedes climbs the other side of the ladder as quickly as she can and is able to beat Traci to the top off the ladder, however rather than go for the contract she leaps down with a flip and grabs onto Traci's legs obviously hoping to hit a Sunset Flip Powerbomb off the ladder, however Traci is much stronger than her former partner and holds onto the ladder blocking Mercedes's attempt.

Simone: That might have worked against Trishelle but against Traci?

Adams: Mercedes may as well have been hoping to win the state lottery twice in a row!

Traci eventually gets tired of Mercedes's attempts and knocks her off with two punches to the face before continuing her climb up the ladder, after a few minutes she reaches the top of the ladder and reaches up…..

Simone: If Traci can grab that contract she'll be in the Fatal Four Way at Violent Conduct II!

Adams: Mercedes isn't out though!

Traci's initial attempt to grab the contract misses by a mile and she waits for it to sway over her way so that she can make another grab for it, she never gets the chance though as Mercedes grabs the ladder and starts tilting it to the side where Traci stacked up the two tables earlier in the match.

Simone: She isn't going to do what I think she's going to do is she?

Adams: For Traci's sake I hope not!

Traci has just enough time to mouth "oh shit" before the ladder, with Mercedes's help, topples over sending Traci out of the ring and through the tables that she had set up at the beginning of the match!

Simone: OH MY GOD!

Adams: Now Traci's not moving!

Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!

Mercedes surveys the damage she has caused to her two opponents before shaking her head and righting the ladder, she climbs up the ladder at a leisurely pace confident that neither of her opponents can stop her now, and she ends up being right in that assumption as she climbs the ladder and grabs the contract!

Justin Decent: Here's your winner and the Bombshell who will advance to the Fatal Four Way Match at Violent Conduct II, Mercedes Vargas!

Simone: Not only did Mercedes win the match but she may have taken out her former tag team partner in the process!

Adams: And now a Mean Girl is up for a title shot at Violent Conduct II, great!

Mercedes quickly signs the contract to make it official before swiftly leaving the ring as EMTS rush down to check on Trishelle and Traci.

SCW BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
METAL AND PUNK CONNECTION © versus THE MEAN GIRLS

The scene opens up backstage at Climax Control were we see tonight's challenger for the SCW Roulette Championship "The Fearless One" Steve Ramone working out whilst "Alexander the Great" by Iron Maiden plays in the background.

Simone: Steve's had a roller-coaster of a year and if he can win the Roulette Title tonight he will be able to say that it was all worth it.

Adams: Equinox has been untouchable since he won the Roulette Championship from Kain in a match that also featured Jericho Hill, can Steve put an end to his reign?

The song ends and Steve stands up and starts looking for another song to play, however he is cut short when Ms. Rocky Mountains clears her throat and he looks up.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Steve, can I have some final thoughts before the Roulette Title Match?

Steve: Shouldn't you be on your way to the Roulette Wheel?

Ms. Rocky Mountains: I've had to spin that thing twice already so I'm taking a break to chat with you.

Steve: Fair enough.

Steve says before standing up.

Steve: You see Rocky, this match is about more than just a title opportunity, it's an opportunity to laugh in the faces off all the morons in Shit Wrestlers International and the Not So Deadly Sins by winning the SCW Roulette Championship and doing what Andrew Garcia couldn't and since he's too busy attacking non-wrestlers from behind to be concerned with matches nowadays I don't think he's be an issue any time soon!

Ms. Rocky Mountains: What about Equinox?

Steve: He's talented but he's young and sooner or later he'll drop that belt, like I said in my promo I know from personal experience that no reign lasts forever and his reign will be no different because it ends tonight! And as for the three guys who will be my first challengers, good luck because you're going to need it!

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Strong words from Steve Ramone, now if you excuse me I have a Roulette Wheel to spin!

Steve: And that means that I have a title to win!

Steve and Rocky walk off in opposite directions as the scene fades.

Backstage in the inner halls of the Grand Canyon University Arena, the always roving cameras pick up an amusing sight as a small table has been set up, and a checkerboard with the red and black pieces placed atop of it in strategic places. Engaged in the game on one side of the table is Big B, who has his fingers curled up over his lips. Opposite of him, staring at the game pieces is his little buddy and tag team partner, Despayre, who has his arms extended in his lap with fists clenched in concentration. Between the two, one a third chair and seated atop a pile of books, is Angel who seems to be overseeing the game from a referee's standpoint.

Big B cautiously reaches over and takes a black piece, then looks at the teddy bear and just as swiftly, removes his hand from his piece.

Despayre: Angel! Stop that!

Gabriel: What's that pal of yours doing now?

Yes, joining the tag champions and watching with traces of amusement on their faces, is Gabriel and Synn. Both men are standing, not seated, and while Gabriel's hands are tucked snugly in the pockets of his pants, Synn's own arms are crossed over his sternum. Despayre looks up at Gabriel and huffs.

Despayre: He's telling Bernie what moves to make!

Big B: He is not! He hasn't said a word!

Big B turns and looks at Angel.

Big B: Have you?

God help them, even Synn and Gabriel turned to look for Angel's response before they realized what they were doing before hurriedly looking elsewhere. Big B turns back to look at Despayre and jets a thumb at the teddy bear.

Big B: See? Not a word.

Despayre: He keeps nodding his head!

Big B: Well you would too if you were so tired from staying up all night fending off shadow beasts and boogey men!

Despayre squints a sidelong glance at Angel.

Despayre: Hmm... touche'!

Despayre then turns his attention back to the game as Big B plays another piece and a voice coming up from behind the group turns Gabriel and Synn's attention away.

Christian: Cute.

Gabriel looks nonchalant and stifles a phony yawn before he looks lazily toward the co-owner who approaches the group.

Gabriel: If you're looking for the women's dressing room, I think its down the other hall. This sections been reserved for those with a set.

Christian: Oh Gabriel, displaying that sardonic wit as swiftly as ever ... that everybody hates.

Gabriel: Look princess. Go put on some makeup and your tiara somewhere else. Unless you're here to accept my challenge, then you're nothing more than your average panty dropper. If you don't, then I stick around and continue to make your life an absolute misery.

Christian: Oh? And if I decide to just press the termination of your contract?

Despayre's hand raises up, holding Gabriel's crayon-written contract, while he continues to play checkers with Big B. Gabriel smiles and jets a thumb towards his buddy and nods to Christian.

Gabriel: That's why, right there. You want to let me go, you have to give me what I want.

Gabriel reaches over and grips Christian's shoulder, giving it a playful shake.

Gabriel: C'moooooon! Be a man for the first time in your life! You know, as opposed to whenever that husband of yours actually loses the coin toss.

Despayre looks up to ask Synn who quickly wards off the questioning.

Synn: I'll explain another time.

Despayre nods and goes back to his game. Gabriel turns back to Christian with a smug smile but finds Christian smiling as well.

Christian: You really want this match, don't you?

Gabriel can only grin wider and hold his thumb and forefinger a fraction apart in a circular sign, indicating that Christian was indeed correct -- a little bit. Christian nods slowly.

Christian: Okay. Maybe we can work out a little business.

Gabriel's eyebrows rose mockingly.

Gabriel: Ohhh! Our little girl is becoming a man right before our eyes! Got the contract there Despy?

Gabriel reaches back blindly and Despayre starts to rummage for it when Christian holds up his hand, stalling him.

Christian: Hold on. I said we can work a little business. I didn't say it would be that easy.

Synn: Meaning?

Christian: Meaning ... that I don't see why I should just hand over what Gabriel wants on a silver platter. I mean, he's had quite enough of that as of late. No. I'm thinking that maybe this time he should work for what he wants. He should earn it.

Gabriel rolls his eyes and sighs, looking at Synn.

Gabriel: Oh hell, it's going to be like that, is it?

Gabriel turns to Christian and beckons him with his hand to hurry it up.

Gabriel: Could we move your little negotiation along soon? We'd like to call it a night here sometime before dawn.

Christian: Fine. Straight to business then. You want this match against me? Fine. Then you're going to have to earn it. Next week. In the ring.

Gabriel shakes his head.

Gabriel: Uh uh. Nice try. Its the match against you or nothing!

Christian: Yeah, and in your own words: nice try. Since I can't fire you ... yet ... that means you're still under contract as a member of Sin City Wrestling! And THAT means that you can, and will be booked whenever I choose to book you! And like I said, next week!

Now Synn is taking notice as he unfolds his arms and rests his hands on his waistline in a defiant stance.

Synn: Against. Who?

Christian's smile just grows and he reaches forward and straightens the collar on Gabriel's leather jacket.

Christian: Well, let's just say, you were bitching before about not getting to face any champions in the ring. Well now...?

Finishing straightening the collar, Christian takes a step back and shrugs, palms up.

Christian: Now you will be. You wanted competition...

Christian simply turns away and walks off-camera, leaving Synn and Gabriel looking after him and then exchanging glances with each other. Despayre looks up and smiles.

Despayre: What'd we miss?

Big B: King me.

Despayre swerves his head back down to the checkers game to see Big B had come out on top. He looks at Angel and huffs.

Junior referee, Jacob Summers, leans in the corner of the ring as Justin Decent is set to make the introductions.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a mixed tag team match, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...!

"Amazing" by Hi Fashion hits over the pa system as the lights begin to flash all over the arena. The fans boo loudly as the camera pans over to the stage. Veronica Taylor and Holly Wood walk out onto the stage once the music picks up. Liz Smalls is right behind them, wearing a neck brace and walking slowly. Veronica comes out with an arrogant smirk on her face while Holly, who is dressed in a Princess Leia slave outfit, raises her arms in the air, grinding her hips.

Justin: Accompanied to the ring by Liz Smalls! At a total combined weight of 281 pounds, the team of Veronica Taylor and Holly Wood -- THE MEAN GIRLS!

As the fans boo them, Veronica yells at them to shut up before striking a series of arrogant model poses which gives her some cat calls from the men but mostly boos. Her last pose, she reaches a hand over and grabs onto Holly's, and they both strike a pose. They look to each other with a smirk before they begin walking the run way strut down to the ring. Veronica stops now and again to taunt the fans and show herself off with some poses showing off her sizzling ring attire and entrance jacket. They come to the head of the ring before climbing the stairs and stands on the apron. Veronica does another arrogant model pose. Holly blows kisses out to the fans, waving kindly to a few handsome gentlemen in the crowd. Holly steps inside of the ring as Veronica pulls off her boots. Holly starts to hold the ropes, but then Veronica orders the ref to hold the ring rope down which he does. She then enters the ring walking around with her hands in the air posing some more yelling at the fans to shut their disgusting mouths and take a look at true beauty and class. Holly rolls her eyes and then continues to dance around the ring to the music. As they wait for their opponents, Veronica takes off her necklace and places it in the corner she then stands by it leaning on the ropes.

Simone: I ... can not get over that outfit Holly Wood is wearing! What kind of wrestling gear is the Princess Leia costume?

Adams: Maybe its just my inner Star Wars nerd playing itself out, but I think its more of a mind noogie directed at Horace.

Justin: Introducing their opponents! First from Caledon, Ontario, Canada, weighing 130 pounds ... ELECTRA STYLES!

"Do Somethin'" by Britney Spears plays and Electra makes her way to the top of stage. The crowd roars and she blows a kiss out to them then starts to walk down the ramp waving to fans on the way down. She hops onto the apron then seductively slides into the ring. Once in the ring she blows a kiss with both hands out to the crowd then awaits her partner.

The arena goes dark as silver lights fill the space as a voice comes across the speakers saying "THE FORCE IS STRONG IN THIS ONE." Right as that is said, the sound of light sabres fill the airwaves when little men in white suits walks out onto the stage and forms a long line down the ramp and around the ring. The light sabres fade out as "Close My Eyes Forever" strikes up and a white light shines above the entrance area. A beautiful woman walks out first as she is wearing a sparkly dress followed by a big black man with a woman by his side as well. Right as "Heaven is in the palm of my hand" is sung, Horace Jackson comes walking out dressed in his Darth Vader like gear.

Justin: Making his way to the ring, hailing from Tornado Alley, Texas. He is accompanied to the ring by Bridgette Jackson. Please welcome "The Soulless One" Horace Jackson.

Horace stops at the top of the ramp as the crowd is going absolutely crazy. He waves to the crowd as he begins walking down the ramp. He high fives all the little kids in the front row as his wife Bridgette is clapping along with everyone. He reaches the ringside area and pulls himself up onto the ring apron. He looks around the arena before stepping over the ring ropes and walking towards the center of the ring. He reaches the center of it and lifts his arms high into the air as silver and blue lights shine down on everyone. He brings his arms down as all the lights come back up. He stands with his back toward the commentators as Bridgette helps him remove his cape and vest.

Simone: Will you look at the size of that man?

Adams: Will you look at the expressions on the faces of Veronica and Holly?

Simone: Especially Holly. She, I mean, he's the one who has to be in the ring with that giant. And Horace outweighs both opponents put together.

Adams: Yeahhhhhh. Ms. Wood's in a pecker, er, peck of trouble.

Horace confers briefly with Electra and she sets foot out onto the apron and Jackson turns around and stares down the opposing Mean Girls. Holly ducks behind Veronica who ducks behind Holly who ducks again behind Veronica...

Simone: Yeah this doesn't promise to get tedious.

Finally Veronica ducks behind Holly and shoves him forward while she quickly jumps through the ropes and to their corner. Holly looks absolutely aghast as he stares at Veronica and then turns around S-L-O-W-L-Y to face Horace as Jacob calls for the bell.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

At the referee's urging, Horace comes from out of his corner and Holly, very reluctantly, does the same and his eyes are huge as he stares at the monster opposite the ring.

Simone: This does not bode well for Holly Wood. Look at the size difference!

Adams: Size doesn't mean everything... you know, for other men.

The two men inch closer and go for a lock up, but Holly avoids it and dodges around and away from the larger Horace Jackson. Horace slowly turns around as Holly primps and points to his head, smiling at the crowd. Veronica and Liz on the outside both applaud Holly's intellect and he turns around and the men go to lock up again and again Holly swerves out of the way, avoiding all contact with the larger man.

Simone: Oh come ON!

Horace, getting upset now, complains to Jacob who is helpless and can only shrug. Holly skips around the ring, then curtseys to first the official, and then Horace again. Holly then runs in and grabs Horace's leg, trying to take that tree trunk out from under him but Horace lands a heavy blow to Holly's back, knocking the cross dresser down to his knees.

Adams: Holly's Fun Time is pretty much over.

Horace peels Holly up and effortlessly lifts him up for a body slam but Holly wiggles out of it and drops down behind Horace and grabs two big handfuls of Horace's ass!

Simone: What was that you were saying?

The crowd howls in laughter and boos as a pissed off Horace spins around and Holly quickly rolls out of the ring, avoiding him for the time being.

Adams: You think Holly knows he pissed Horace off?

Simone: I think Holly planned to do just that. Its one of the only chances Holly has against a man that size.

Horace complains to Jacob who starts to issue his count...

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2...
3...
4...
5...

Holly climbs up onto the ring apron and Horace tries to grab him which makes Holly drop back down to the floor, pointing in at him and complaining to the ref. Fed up, Horace brushes Jacob aside and goes out after Holly who takes off running with Horace in hot pursuit.

Adams: I bet this isn't the first time Holly's had attractive men chasing after him.

Simone: Yeah and with the same intent; to beat the hell out of him.

The two men race around the ring, with the smaller, faster Holly quickly getting ahead! Holly rolls inside of the ring but Horace grabs him by the boot and drags him right back outside as Wood claws frantically at the mat to prevent it! Horace grabs Holly and short-arm clotheslines him to the floor! Horace then grabs the downed Holly and lifts him overhead with a military press and dumps him back inside of the ring, through the top and middle rope!

Simone: Yeah I think Holly Wood might just be in trouble here.

As Horace climbs up onto the apron to step back inside, Holly scrambles over to his corner on hands and knees and tags Veronica.

Adams: Well not any more he's not.

The crowd boos as Veronica climbs into the ring and right away, she walks right up to Horace and starts trash talking him and demanding he fight her.

Adams: Is she insane!?

Simone: No, she's smart. She knows very well this is not an intergender match, it's mixed tag rules and Horace doesn't dare lay a finger on her.

Veronica starts calling Horace a coward and poking him in the chest when Electra brings the crowd to its feet by spearing Taylor to the mat!

Simone: I always knew that attitude problem of Veronica's would spell trouble for her!

Electra mounts the 'Mean Girl' and she starts laying in right handed shots to Veronica's head, but Taylor grabs her by the hair and rolls her off. Now Veronica is on top and she starts a wild flurry of slaps back and forth into the former Bombshell Champion's face. Veronica then grabs two handfuls of Electra's hair and starts slamming the back of her head into the canvas!

Simone: Typical tactics by Veronica Taylor.

But Electra responds by grabbing two handfuls of Veronica's hair and the two Bombshells end up in a tug of war with each other's hair as a handle! They fight first to their knees and then to their feet, with the crowd loving every minute of it.

Adams: Nothing is better than a good catfight!

Finally Electra backs Veronica into the near corner as Jacob tries to get between them, but Styles throws her opponent across the ring with a hair toss!

Adams: And Electra won that little test of strength!

Veronica falls into the ropes, crying foul as does Liz from the outside!

Simone: Funny how it was perfectly alright by them when it was Taylor using the foul tactics.

Veronica ducks through the ropes and screams at Jacob but Electra isn't playing games as she rushes in and grabs Taylor's arm and drags her right back into the ring. Electra twists her arm into an arm wringer but Veronica scratches her face, breaking it, and then she bitch slaps Electra. Veronica Irish whips her opponent into the far corner and charges in, but Electra leap frogs up and over her. Veronica spins around and charges at her, screaming, but Electra cuts her off with a dropkick that fells her. Electra pulls her back as Taylor tries to crawl away and Styles covers her for the pin.

1.....
2.....
Veronica kicks out.

Veronica tries to get away from Electra but Styles grabs her by the foot. Veronica grabs the ropes but Electra pulls her off with a crash. Electra grabs for her but Veronica uses both of her feet to kick Styles away and before Electra can stop her, Veronica scrambles over and tags a surprised Holly back into the match!

Adams: Ooooohh! I don't think Holly wanted that tag!

Simone: But I'm willing to bet that Horace did!

Veronica rolls to the outside as Holly shouts at her and doesn't see Horace stepping over the ropes. Horace then charges over and grabs the top rope and flips a shrieking Holly over and into the ring the hard way! Horace peels him off of the mat and Irish whips him into the ropes, but Holly jumps onto the middle rope and springboards back into a flying bodypress -- only to have Horace catch her, er, him and drives him down to the canvas with a World's Strongest Slam!

Simone: He shook the ring with that impact!

Horace with the cover!

1.....
2.....
Holly kicks out.

Adams: Say what you will. Holly's got some fight in her... him.

Horace sends Holly into the ropes courtesy of an Irish whip and ducks down for a backdrop, but Holly sails over his back for a sunset flip. Holly struggles and the larger Horace goes to simply fall down atop of his opponent, but Holly quickly rolls away and Jackson lands hard on his tail bone.

Adams: I can't help but wonder if Holly was enjoying the view from down there.

Horace starts to get to his feet but Holly springs off of the ropes and clips him in the back of the knee, bringing him back down. Horace fights to get back up and this time Holly comes off of the ropes and lays him out with a Shining Wizard knee strike to the head! Horace falls to his back and Holly crawls over on top of him in a very erotic cover!

1.....
2.....
Horace throws Holly off!

Simone: Somehow I think trying to piss Horace Jackson off is going to result in Holly Wood getting it in the end.

Adams: And yet somehow I think Holly fails to see the threat.

Holly grabs Horace for an Irish whip into the ropes but Horace reverses it and sends Holly in instead. Holly holds onto the ropes and Horace rushes at him for a clothesline, but Holly drops and pulls down the top rope and this causes Jackson to tumble awkwardly to the ringside floor!

Simone: Holly Wood is doing everything he can to keep the larger man off of his feet and hurt him at the same time.

Adams: Yeah he didn't start off this match too well but he's doing a bang up job at this point!

Horace luckily landed somewhat on his feet and is trying to shake off the cobwebs, but Holly plows into his back with a baseball sliding dropkick, sending Jackson crashing into the barricade between the ring and the crowd! Hollywood then whips off his 'slave skirt' and proceeds to climb to the top of the near corner...

Simone: There should be a law against man thongs if the guy hasn't got an ass like Rob Van Dam!

Adams: Hey at least the man shaved before the match!

Simone: You sick, twisted mother...

Holly leaps from the top and crashes into Horace with a flying body press, taking the big man down!

Adams: Am I insane or is Holly getting some support from the crowd?

Simone: Yes and yes. I dare say Holly Wood is the only member of the 'Mean Girls' that the fans might possibly show support for!

Holly rolls back into the ring where he strikes a pose for the jeering crowd while Veronica and Liz gleefully support him and Jacob issues his count against Jackson.

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2...
3...
4...
5...
6...
7...
8...

Horace is up on the apron and starts to step inside when Holly runs over and grabs him by the arm, bringing him the rest of the way in. Holly goes for an Irish whip but Horace reverses it and as Holly comes off the ropes, Horace catches him with a Tilt-A-Whirl back breaker! The crowd cheers!

Adams: I don't know whether he should follow up or tag!

Simone: Tag! He needs to get Electra back in there!

Horace covers the prone Holly!

1.....
2.....
Liz places Holly's foot on the bottom rope and calls Jacob's attention to it!

Simone: Come ON!

Adams: Typical Mean Girls!

The official has no choice but to break up the pin and Horace is fuming! He drags Holly to his feet with both hands wrapped around his throat and powers him up off of his feet with his throat as a handle! Jacob starts to count against Jackson when Horace simply slams Wood down to the canvas! Horace peels Holly up from the canvas and sends him into the far corner and slams in against him, sandwiching him between the corner turnbuckles and his own 300 plus pounds!

Adams: I guess Horace didn't need to tag out! Holly is in trouble!

Horace scoops Holly up onto his shoulders in a Human Torture Rack, but spins him off and drives Wood down into a spinning sidewalk slam! Horace covers Holly and hooks the leg!

1.....
2.....
3 - No! Holly gets the shoulder up!

Simone: Give Holly Wood credit for getting out of that one!

Fed up, Horace marches back and tags his own partner back into the match.

Simone: That may have been a mistake. Horace had everything going his way and he tags out?

Electra immediately races inside of the ring and grabs Veronica on the outside, trying to bring her in! Veronica struggles and screams but then she grabs Electra's head and drops to the apron, slingshotting Styles's throat across the top rope.

Simone: Smart move by Veronica Taylor!

Adams: Boy there's a sentence you don't hear every day!

Veronica scrambles into the ring and she starts stomping down onto Electra. Veronica pulls her up and Irish whips her into the ropes and yanks her down to the mat by the hair on the rebound. Veronica then stands on Electra's hair and pulls on her arms, tearing at her scalp as Electra screams and Jacob starts to count!

1...
2...
3...
4...

Electra then kicks her legs up under Taylor's arms and rolls her up into a victory roll cradle!

1.....
2.....
Veronica kicks out!

Both women return to their feet and Electra socks Veronica right in the jaw, sending the Mean Girls falling back into the ropes, screaming about her face!

Simone: THAT'S what the woman is worried about!?

Veronica cries to the referee and Electra moves in for the kill, plowing Veronica back into the corner and she drives her shoulder into Taylor's trim midsection twice! Jacob finally inserts himself between the two hell cats and forces Styles back! Electra briefly complies but then she moves right back in but the waiting Veronica sweeps her legs out from under her! Veronica folds her in half and places her feet on the ropes!

Adams: Jacob! Open your eyes!

1.....
2.....
Jacob sees the rule infraction and stops the count!

Simone: Good man!

Veronica shoots to her feet and screams in the official's face, reading him the riot act and she shoves him back a step!

Simone: Be careful girl! Touching a referee like that...!

Adams: Yeah did she expect the referee to just let her break the rules?

But Electra rolls the distracted Veronica up in a schoolboy cradle!

1.....
2.....
Veronica kicks out!

Electra Irish whips Taylor into the ropes and goes for a roundhouse kick with her L-O-N-G legs but Veronica ducks the blow, rebounds, and Electra catches her with a Thesz press and she starts laying in shots to the struggling Veronica Taylor! Electra pulls her up and off of her feet, planting her with a scoop slam. Electra then runs into the ropes where Liz Smalls grabs her foot from the outside!

Simone: Oh for god's sake...!

Electra turns and reaches through the ropes and grabs Liz by the hair! Liz screams about her neck and Veronica rushes her opponent from behind but Styles sees it coming and moves out of the way! Taylor hits the ropes and as she turns around, Electra lays her out with a high leg lariat! Taylor goes down like she was shot and Electra covers her and hooks the leg!

1.....

Holly Wood suddenly climbs into the ring, which prompts Horace to do the same and this distracts Jacob enough to stop the count! Electra tries to get Jacob's attention from separating the men but this allows Liz to slide her crutch into the ring to the awaiting Veronica! Electra turns around and Veronica drives the crutch into her midsection!

Adams: Son of a...!

Veronica tosses the crutch back to Liz who grabs it and acts innocent as Veronica grabs Electra and hits the Exed Out! Veronica covers her and hooks the near leg!

1.....
2.....
3!

Simone: Oh for... the Mean Girls steal another win!

The bell rings and the crowd boos as Veronica rolls out of the ring as Holly dives for cover and joins his teammates while Horace checks on Electra who slowly recovers!

Justin: The winners of the match ... VERONICA Taylor AND HOLLY WOOD!

The fans boo as Horace glares out at the retreating Mean Girls while helping Electra to sit up.

SCW BOMBSHELL ROULETTE CHAMPIONSHIP
NECRA OCTAVIAN KANE © versus NATALIE MCKINLEY versus MERCEDES VARGAS versus TBA

The scene opens up backstage at Climax Control where we see Dying Breed, Andrew Garcia and Ivan Darrell, hanging out and chatting about the card tonight despite the fact that neither man is in action tonight.

Simone: Those two men combined with their mentor Casey used underhanded tactics to get into Jessie Salco's head and attack her brother and fiancé.

Adams: Say what you will about her comments after the kick to the balls but Casey was way out of line with his comments.

Ivan Darrell: So are you going to watch the Roulette Title match?

Andrew Garcia: Why bother? We both know Steve's going to lose and I want to focus on my career as a tag team wrestler right now so even if he did win I couldn't care less about it.

Simone: Not exactly wise to bad mouth a veteran like Steve behind his back especially since he's been known to be a smart ass!

Adams: I know but he might be too preoccupied with Equinox tonight……wait, is that Jake and Shane carrying a ghetto blaster in the background?

Simone: They still sell ghetto blasters?!

Unknown to Dying Breed Jessie's brother and fiancé are setting up a ghetto blaster behind them, this goes unnoticed by them as Dying Breed are too caught up in their conversation with each other…..that is until "Remember Everything" by Five Finger Death Punch blasts out from the ghetto blaster causing Andrew to go into a flashback.

Ivan Darrell: Who the hell is playing that song?! Andrew, snap out of it, Andrew? OH SHI…..

Ivan's curse is cut off as Jake tackles him to the ground and starts beating the hell out of him with rights and lefts, once the surprise wears off Ivan starts fighting back against Jake but just as Andrew is starting to come out of the flashback Shane levels him with a steel chair to the head, he slams the chair into Andrew's head too more times busting him open whilst Jake is able to use his superior size to subdue Ivan and sits him up.

Ivan Darrell: You pieces of shit! You won't get…..

Shane: And that goes double for Casey!

Shane spits in Ivan's face before breaking the chair over Ivan's head knocking him out, Shane tosses the chair aside before Jessie whistles them over.

Jessie: We'd better get out of here before backup arrives.

The two men nod before quickly walking off once they see Casey Williams head in their direction to check on Ivan and Andrew.

Equinox is seen standing backstage by the roulette table along with Jasmine St. John. He spins the wheel before dropping the ball into it. Suddenly, the lights go black. Equinox mumbles as well as a stagehand. The wheel comes to a loud stop. A bit of laughter is heard coming through in a distorted voice before the lights come back on. The roulette table is jammed up with a large, bloody steel pipe. Equinox looks around quickly, watching his back in the process. He looks down to see the little black ball sitting firmly inside of a crevasses. The laughter returns, and the official looks around, being forced to make a call.

Jasmine: It looks like we have a Strap Match...

Mystery Voice: Good luck running away from the King of the Jokers, Steve... Hmmm hmmm hmmm... You're welcome, Equinox.

Equinox smiles a sadistic sort of smile before quickly leaving the area, headed to the entryway.

Justin Decent: The following contest is a Strap Match, as it is for the Sin City Wrestling ROULETTE Championship. Introducing first, the challenger... Hailing from Queens, New York, standing at 6 feet 4 inches and weighing in at 220 pounds, he is... ""THE FEARLESS ONE"" STEEEEEEEVE RAAAAAAAAMOOOOOOONE!!!

"Dangerous" by Within Temptation and Howard Jones hits the speakers and the crowd comes alive for "The Fearless One" Steve Ramone, as soon as the vocals hit Steve comes out with his wife Charlotte by his side as he high fives the crowd as he walks down the ramp, once they reach the ringside area Steve leaps into the ring through the bottom and middle ropes before holding the middle rope down for his wife as they wait for Steve's opponent.

The lights went black, completely black in the arena ready for this big match up. The fans as quite as they heard the air move around them and people with their nosebleeds. The lighting began to change as the song began to play showing a video as lights began to change to blue lighting as Equinox's laugh can be heard as the song begins to come over the PA System as "Phenomenon" is heard over the PA.

Fog began to appear as an umbrella can be seen twirling and twirling as it slowly rises and a man slowly emerged shrouded by a black and white umbrella twirling about over his head slowly, as he twirled it away from his body and onto his left shoulder revealing this new black slacks and shirt to go with a silver tie and his signature black coat and a mask upon his face where several dreadlocks are formed. The fans cheering as the ring announcer announces enigmatic insanity.

Justin Decent: And his opponent, he hails from St. Louis, Missouri. Standing at feet and pounds, he is your Roulette Champion... EEEEEEEEEEEQUIIIIINOOOOOX!!!

Equinox slowly folded in the Umbrella holding it firmly in his hand running down the ramp frantically as he takes a sharp turn to the steel steps running over to them hopping handing the ref the umbrella. He hopped down and landed in the arms of the fans cackling evil as they let him go as he clapped the hands of all the fans before heading back up the steel steps and proceeded to slap the steel steps. Before walking up the steps and walking along the left ring apron. Sticking one leg inside between the ring ropes and cackling at the thoughts of the chaos that could be caused.

Once he was in the ring he began to unbutton his jacket revealing his new shirt as he let out a bloody scream. Once the coat is off. You can plain see the energy etched over his face as he gazes the crowd, Equinox then jumps in a single leap from the mat to the second turnbuckle of the nearest corner as the music continues playing loudly. His hair flying around in a color mess as the Joker's begin cheering as begins thrashing his neck and head about as he lets his arms fly out as he cackles. He repeats this for the rest of turnbuckles before hopping down to meet the competition.

DING! DING! DING!

Both men come together in the middle of the ring, as the referee prepares the cuffs. Equinox's smile is a wide, sadistic one as he readily extends his wrists to Jasmine. The referee begins to strap it on as Ramone shouts in protest. Equinox taps his foot, trying to wait for Ramone to finish getting cuffed, until his patience wears thin. Once he has had enough, he instantly begins clobbering on Ramone. Ramone shouts in protest as Jasmine tries to get Equinox to stop. Ramone fights back as best he can, but Equinox uses his end of the strap to wrap around Ramone's neck in a choking maneuver as he struggles in return. Equinox grabs onto Ramone's wrist. The referee tries to grab onto Equinox, but he pushes her away while fastening the cuff.

Simone: The champion is not having it! He is letting all of his frustrations from the last month and a half out on Ramone!

Adams: The oaf looks to be playing right into Ramone's game though. "The Fearless One" has switched the momentum over.

As Ramone lowers to the ground, he quickly turns with an inconspicuous shoulderbutt to Equinox's knee. Equinox that doubles over the large man. As Equinox falls to one knee, Ramone unwraps the strap from around his neck and tightly wraps it around Equinox's. As the leader of the Joker's eyes begin to bulge out, Ramone grips both sides tightly with one hand and then uses his newly free hand to bash Equinox against the side of his head. Jasmine St. John watches, but cannot do anything due to the fact that the strap is legal. Ramone begins to trash talk Equinox between each punch, pulling him in face to face as his intensity grows. He backs up and plants his foot hard against Equinox's chest before knocking him onto his back. Ramone jumps up as high as he can, crashing down with an elbow against the champ's head. He starts to go for the cover until Jasmine points to the six corners. Ramone grabs at his head and then he walks over to the first corner. He taps it before going to the next corner, speeding up his pace as he tries for the third, however Equinox quickly gets up.

Simone: Try as he might, The King of the Jokers is NOT going down that easily.

Adams: Ramone was trying to let him up. He's not done dishing out his own brand of pain to Equinox...

Simone: Righhhhht... I'll believe that when hell freezes over.

Ramone hasn't realized that Equinox is up as he is dashing over to the fourth corner. Equinox dashes right down the middle and spears Ramone to the ground. The audience lets out a giant cheer as Equinox begins pummeling him into the mat. Being fueled by their cheers, Equinox seems to awaken even further now. He grabs onto Ramone by the hair and lays into him with one closed fisted punch after another. Ramone reaches up and claps hard against Equinox's ears, stunning him long enough to roll out from under him, and outside of the ring. He takes a breather, resting against the barricade. Equinox stands up, trying to clear his head from the ear clap as the referee has already started a count.

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6!

Equinox has enough of Ramone's procrastinating and he yanks as hard as he can on the strap. Ramone collides hard with the ring post as Equinox smiles. He crawls on his hands and knees and jerks Ramone back inside of the ring. He goes to fling him into the ropes, but Steve reverses it. As Equinox comes back around, Ramone hits a drop toe hold on Equinox. As he collides with the mat, Ramone crawls onto Equinox's back and goes for a move reminiscent of the camel clutch. Of course he wraps the strap around Equinox's neck for added leverage.

Adams: Ramone is playing this one a little dirty, if I do say so myself…

Simone: Well, when the SCW Roulette Championship is on the line, who wouldn't use the rules to their advantage?

Jasmine St. John checks on Equinox to make sure that he is okay and he continues to nod his head. He gets up to his hands and knees, and Ramone refuses to let go of his grip. He holds on tighter until Equinox gets up. He is staying on Equinox's back with no intention of letting go until Equinox stands up tall. He tugs at the strap a bit, putting a little space between it and his throat as he falls backward on top of Ramone. The crowd goes hysterical as Equinox quickly gets back to his feet. He unwraps the strap from around his neck and then he picks Ramone up from the ground. He sends him flying toward the ropes, and on the rebound, he tosses Ramone in the air, yanking down on the strap for leverage.

Adams: I... I don't even know what to say about that move... I'm in awe.

Simone: How about "INCOMING!"? It looks like the mat just Cancelled The Fearless One's flight to the top.

Equinox walks over to the first turnbuckle and smacks the top of it. He arrogantly takes his time getting to the next one, smacking it even harder. He pulls in the cheers of the audience as he takes his time getting to the third one. He rounds the Fourth one and heads to the fifth when screams can be heard throughout the audience as a path is cleared. Joshua Acquin comes barreling through the crowd. He jumps onto the apron, causing Equinox to lose focus. The referee begins shouting at Acquin to get down from the apron, but Ramone tries to take care of things for himself. He rushes over toward the ropes, but Acquin drops down, causing Ramone to tumble over the top ropes. The referee tries to check on him as he is tangled up in the strap. Acquin uses this distraction and slides into the ring. He is carrying a baseball bat, and just before Equinox gets to the sixth corner, he smacks it hard against Equinox's back. He gives him a few good cracks before rolling out of the ring to dispose of the weapon.

Adams: Haha yes! Yes! Joshua Acquin has made his presence felt tonight!

Simone: Too bad he couldn't have done it earlier in the night when he was actually booked... I bet Mark Ward is smiling now, though.

Adams: Acquin is letting everyone know that, though he isn't a winner of the Going For the Gold contest, he is coming for that Roulette Championship

Steve Ramone finally gets untangled from the ropes and the strap, and rolls back inside of the ring. Equinox is laid out on the ground about ten feet away from "The Fearless One". Jasmine checks on both men to make sure they are okay to continue. Ramone gets up from the mat slowly, using the ropes to help pull himself to his feet. He tries to hurry, but he stumbles as he taps the first corner, still clutching onto his neck as he coughs. He rests there for a second to collect himself before he tries to hustle over to the second corner. The audience cheers, starting an NXT chant as Equinox is barely stirring. Ramone gets to the third corner and taps it, building up just a bit of steam as he is quick to make it to the fourth. He stumbles a bit, slowing down at the fifth, but he taps it. The audience tries to rally behind Ramone, but also Equinox. It seems no good as he is staring up at the ceiling. On his way to the sixth, Ramone gets an evil grin on his face.

Simone: I can't believe this one is over. After everything that these men have gone through here tonight...

Adams: Yeah, the fans don't want to see this one end so quickly… Say, what is Equinox doing?

Just about two feet away from the last turnbuckle, Ramone's arm seems to snag. He looks down to see that the strap is too tight. When he looks over, he sees Equinox rolling it around his wrist, using his own weight to stop Ramone from getting too far away. Ramone lets out an angry growl of sorts as he stomps hard, shaking his fists in a pure rage. He marches over toward Equinox and gives him a couple of hard stomps to his head. He begins pulling Equinox a few feet toward the last corner, but Equinox grips onto his tights and sends him careening to the mat. Equinox uses everything he's got left in him and he tries to make it to his feet. Ramone begins stomping on his back until Equinox grabs a hold of his leg. He hooks his arms around Ramone's leg and hits a Dragon Screw Kick.

Simone: That knocked Ramone off of his feet, but he's just kipped back up!

Adams: Ramone has had control through most of this match, but he's taking it to the champion full force with kicks and punches!

Ramone backs Equinox into a corner, unleashing a fury of strikes to his opponent. Jasmine comes over to break it up as she issues a count. She makes it to the count of 4 before the audience screams in approval. Equinox catches Ramone by surprise, nailing the Wayward Dissolution, an Evenflow DDT. He leaps onto the nearby turnbuckle and comes flying off of it with the Warped Reality, causing the fans to go even more wild. He throws his arms into the air, pulling in as many cheers as he can before smacking the second corner. He puts his arm up into an "X" before marching over to the third corner. He takes his time getting to the fourth, but he smacks it with force. As looks over to Ramone as he approaches the fifth. He makes sure the referee is watching as he smacks it. He begins moving his arms back and forth behind him in a locomotive mimicry as he makes his way to the sixth turnbuckle. He lets out a maniacal laugh, eliciting a loud cheer from the audience before he crashes hard into the sixth turnbuckle, smacking it for Jasmine. Jasmine calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Justin Decent: Your winner and still SCW Roulette Champion... EEEEEEQUIIIINOX!!!

Adams: I... I don't believe what we just saw! Please tell me this is a dream, Belinda.

Simone: Oh, it is very much a reality. I guess that it is set in stone, as Equinox will now be facing Gabriel Asar, Ryan Kidd, and a third challenger who will be determined next week!

"Phenomenon" begins playing as Equinox graciously accepts his belt from Jasmine. He hoists it up into the air as the fans cheer. He walks over to the turnbuckle and holds it high into the air. The fans cheer before Equinox carries the belt over to the other side of the ring. He holds it up once more, getting a huge pop from the fans. He starts to go to another turnbuckle, but stops short. He helps Ramone up from the mat, extending his hand for a handshake. Ramone is still out of it, but the fans cheers cause him to accept the handshake. This causes an even bigger ovation before we fade out elsewhere.

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Cameras cut inside the locker room of Horace Jackson as Pussy Willow is standing beside her.

Pussy Willow: Horace, last week you didn't get time to celebrate your win over Andrew Garcia. What are your thoughts on the blind attack?

Horace Jackson: Last week, proved my point almost to the letter. The moment I take out one foot soldier of HSI. Another one pops up like a bad pimple on prom night.

Pussy Willow: What are you going to do about Joshua Acquin?

Horace Jackson: Joshua Acquin is going to wish he never attacked me. Trust me when I say this Pussy. The hand of the Underworld can reach further than the HSI. Josh, you have made you fucking bed. Now it's time to make you lie in it.

Pussy Willow: Are you ready for tonight's show?

Horace Jackson: If you mean me facing those fashion duds then yeah I am. Tonight's show will prove that The Empire Salutes everyone while The Underworld drags you down to hell.

Pussy Willow: Thank you for your time Horace.

Horace Jackson: It was my pleasure.

The camera cuts away as Pussy walks out of the shot.

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SCW ROULETTE CHAMPIONSHIP
EQUINOX © versus KRIS HALC versus RYAN KIDD versus TBA

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The bell rings and the camera advances to a close up shot of the six-sided ring where Justin decent stands in the center and Jasmine St. John waits in the far corner.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the Main Event of Climax Control!

The crowd cheers.

Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Sin City Wrestling Tag Team Championship!

More cheers are elicited from the crowd.

Justin: Introducing first, the challengers! First, to be accompanied by Vanessa! From Dallas, Texas, weighing 220 pounds ... he is the Mental Rapist ... SEAN Jackson!

Voice Over: "Phoenix, Arizona. Can you feel it coming, in the air tonight?"

The lights in the arena shut down, leaving the crowd in the dark, as bright flashes start to burst through out, acting as it were streaks of lighting. A dark crimson color light illuminates the entrance area as a thick mist rolls across the entrance ramp.

A hush falls over the park as the crimson mist pours off the entrance ramp and into the crowd. Without warning, crimson colored lights explode throughout the arena. A video explodes on the screen as you can see the letters slowly fade in, and as it does a very well known theme begins to filter out throughout the arena...

Voice Over: "I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord"

As the popular Phil Collins song "In The Air Tonight" begins to play, the letters on the big screen finish forming with a nickname now well known with this theme....

The Mental Rapist

Through the crimson mist, the fans can see two people making their way onto the entrance ramp. The arena erupts into boos as the two people are quickly recognized as Sean Jackson and the evil Jezebeth Vanessa. Jackson is motionless while Vanessa stands bladed, her curves showing up beautifully against the backdrop. Sean is completely focused, his face adorned with a serious look while Vanessa runs her hands down the curves of her body and to her hips.

Voice Over: "Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord."

His face remains stoic as only God knows what's floating around in that screwed up head of his, especially with the Vietnamese darkling at his side. After soaking up the reaction for a few moments, he motions that it's finally time to make their way to the ring.

They begin the slow walk down to the ring as the crimson spot lights glisten off of Vanessa's dark Vietnamese skin and cast a pale reflection on Jackson. Vanessa wearing a low cut blood red dress with a long slit showing off her well toned legs and cleavage while Jackson is dressed in a black shirt with the HSI logo on the front. He is also wearing black trunks with red HSI lettering with gold trim.

As soon as they enter the ring, a spotlight bathes Sean Jackson as he takes to the turnbuckles and slowly climbs up. As he sets foot on the middle turnbuckle, the ring is surrounded in falling pyro on all sides of the rings as he peers out at the fans at ringside. Much to the approval of a clapping Vanessa, he then hops down off the turnbuckle and leans against the ropes. As the pyro dies out, the lights come back on, returning the light to the arena.

Justin: And his tag team partner is from Pacific Palisades, in Los Angeles, California, weighing 169 pounds ... Jamie DEAN!

The lights dim and the heavy beat of "Satisfaction" by Benny Benazzi begins playing across the sound system and the crowd starts clapping along. As the lights return, they find Jamie Dean on his hands and knees, twerking his backside, facing away from the crowd. Jamie then jumps to his feet and calls out to the crowd with his arms held wide. He is wearing dark shades, a black color and hot pink bow tie, black vest lined in hot pink and matching loose pants. Jamie proceeds to walk down the ramp way, slapping hands as he goes. He walks around the entire ring, slapping hands until he reaches the steps and climbs them quickly to the ring apron. Jamie turns his back to the crowd, and with his hands behind his head, he begins twerking his butt off. He then steps halfway through the ropes and first grinds himself along the middle rope, then starts to 'hump' it vigorously. Jamie steps the rest of the way through and moves about the area of the ring, beckoning to the crowd for louder cheers and calling out to them. He removes his shades and then begins to sway his upper body, sliding his vest off. He points to all corners of the building, and whichever side draws the most cheers, Jamie whips his pants off to reveal his trunks. He whirls his pants in the air over his head while grinding his pelvis towards the crowd, before tossing the pants to the outside. Jamie then turns and gives a wary look to Sean who is applauding his tag team partner.

Adams: Jamie's putting on his usual bravado, but teaming with the man who has made his and his friend's life a living hell?

Simone: It's not something I ever thought I'd see.

Adams: Do you think Sean's Twitter apology was sincere?

Simone: Who the hell knows what is going through the mind of the Mental Rapist?

Justin: And ladies and gentlemen, their opponents...!

"Let's fake an answer for the curious
Let's fake it all for the fame
They'll think delivering was easy
Living the fairy tales and the lies, lies"

The immediate beat of the cult classic "Opticon" by Orgy lights up over the sound system and the crowd ignites with a fury of cheers as they know who is about to arrive. The crowd erupts in cheers as the curtains atop the stage are thrust wide open and out steps Synn, as he holds the drapes wide for the next arrival, and onto the stage emerges Big B -- with his tag team partner Despayre riding 'piggy back' astride his wide shoulders, and Angel being held high in Despayre's own hands.

"Message from Opticon
Blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless
Guess what you're out of time
Message from Opticon blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless
Guess what you're out of time"

Justin: Accompanied by Synn and Angel! At a total combined weight of 463 pounds, they are the SCW Tag Team Champions, Despayre and Big B ... THE BOSOM BUDDIES!

Synn leads the way as the new tag team combination of the 'Bosom Buddies' makes their way down to ringside, Big B continuing to carry Despayre on his shoulders the entire way, while Despayre carries Angel on his own.

"New alien spawn we reinvent the dawn
And no one's style compares
Those neon eyes make mom and dad think
That we've lost our minds
They're just terrified of all new things"

They arrive at ringside and Synn climbs up onto the ring apron and holds the ropes open. Big B lowers Despayre so his teammate can climb off and drop to the apron where he scrambles inside of the ring, followed closely by Big B. Despayre grabs the ropes and shakes them while head banging to the beat of the music as B just stands there calmly, watching his little buddy. Synn then steps through the ropes and leads the team over toward their allotted corner while they await the start of the match while the music trails off.

"Message from Opticon blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless
Guess what you're out of time
Message from Opticon blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless
Guess what you're out of time"

Jasmine accepts the title belts from the champions and presents them to Jamie and Sean before she holds them up, showing the gold to the cheering fans.

Simone: That is what is at stake here! The SCW Tag Team titles!

Synn confers with Big B and Despayre in a little strategy session with Angel's input (of course!) while across the ring, Vanessa and Sean attempt to do the same with a reluctant Jamie Dean.

Simone: Like it or not, Jamie is going to have to try and get along with his partner if he hopes to make it through this match with gold around his waist.

Adams: I think Jamie is worried less about gold around his waist than he is a possible knife in his back.

Sean holds the ropes open for Vanessa to make her exit, and then pats Jamie on the shoulder in a 'good luck' gesture and steps out to their corner, while across the ring, Synn, with Angel in hand, drops to the floor as Despayre lets Big B kick this one off for the champions. Jasmine calls for the opening bell.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

At the sound of the bell, both Big B as well as Jamie Dean come from out of their corners and begin circling one another. Jamie looks wary at the huge size disadvantage he has against the massive Big B, but finds himself locking up with him never the less. Big B easily powers Jamie off, throwing him back into the corner.

Simone: This isn't the way that Jamie needs to do battle with a man Big B's size. he can't match power.

Big B comes in after him but Jamie moves out of the way and Big B strikes the corner. B turns around and Jamie starts assaulting him with three rapid shots to the head. Jamie then grabs him by the arm and attempts to Irish whip him out, but Big B easily puts on the brakes and hauls Dean back into the corner with just the one arm. Jamie strikes hard and Big B starts going to work on him, throwing heavy forearm blows into his head and chest, and then burying a knee deep into his midsection. Big B then grabs him by the head and under the arm and sends the 'Sausage King' FLYING through the air with a big biel throw! Jamie lands hard on the small of his back and Big B pulls him back up to his feet, only to send him crashing right back down with a headbutt between the eyes. Big B then drags Jamie over to his corner and the fans cheer as Despayre is tagged in.

Simone: The challengers are not doing too well this early in the match.

Adams: Well did you expect any different? Big B and Despy have been a team for months. This is Jamie and Sean's first time together - er, as a team!

Despayre grabs Jamie by the arm and sends him into the ropes, somersaults over rapidly and strikes a rolling headbutt into Dean's ribcage, sending him to the canvas. Jamie falls back to his corner and Sean Jackson tags himself in. Sean steps inside and turns to check on whether or not Jamie is alright...

Adams: Has Sean Jackson been drinking before this!?

But this leaves Sean's back wide open for the smaller Despayre to leap up onto his back! Despayre wraps his legs around his waist and holds on with one hand while he lays into Sean's head with fists from behind with the other, much to the crowd's amusement! Sean staggers around, trying to pry Despayre loose, but the little guy is stuck to his back like glue! Sean then reaches behind and grabs two handfuls of Despayre's hair and throws him off over his shoulder!

Simone: I imagine that's one way to combat such a slippery grappler like Despayre.

Sean quickly grabs Despayre and body slams him hard to the canvas! Sean drops down on top of him for the cover...

1.....
But Despayre bridges up and slides right out from under Sean!

Sean looks confused and Despayre leapfrogs up and over him and pulls him back into a sunset flip!

1.....
2.....
Sean kicks out and before Despayre can follow up, Sean immediately rolls outside of the ring, breaking his momentum. The crowd voices its displeasure with boos.

Adams: Well that's one way to keep Despayre grounded. Don't be in the ring!

Simone: Despayre is an enthusiastic competitor and by exiting the ring, Sean is going to frustrate the champion. Hence Jackson's nickname.

Jasmine wards an eager Despayre away from the ropes and she begins to issue her count against the challenger.

1...
2...
3...
4...
5...

Despayre rushes over and reaches for Sean but Jackson pulls his feet out from under him and drags him to the outside. Despayre immediately starts to fight him off and swings wildly with both hands, clubbing away at Sean but the challenger rakes his eyes, ending the assault! Sean then grabs him by the hair and slams Despayre's face into the ring apron. Sean buries a fist into his opponent's stomach and goes to send him into the barricade but Despayre manages to reverse it and he sends him into the barricade instead! Despayre then follows in with a running dropkick on the floor that hurls Sean backwards over the railing and into the front row!

Simone: Those fans better get out of the way if they know what's good for them!

Jasmine's new count has now reached eight and Despayre races back into the ring, breaking the count anew! A fuming Sean knocks the barricade aside and climbs over it and onto the ringside floor. Despayre hurries over to the corner and starts to climb up but Sean back pedals and Jasmine warns Despayre to back off! An overly excited Despayre bounces back into the center of the ring and hops in circles while Sean carefully climbs back into the ring. Despayre hurries over to him and Sean lashes out with a boot, stopping the champion short and sending him to his knees. Sean then grabs him and rams his head into his own corner and tags Jamie back in. Jamie and Sean both Irish whip Despayre into the ropes and they link arms and double clothesline him!

Adams: I can't believe we're seeing some actual teamwork on the part of Jamie Dean and Sean Jackson!

Sean exits the ring under Jasmine's orders as Jamie goes back to work on Despayre. Sean pulls the smaller grappler up and sends him into the near corner. Jamie then charges but Despayre kicks his legs up, and Jamie tries to turn away but Despayre scissors his head from behind! Jamie powers him up onto his shoulders and Despayre proceeds to takes Jamie over with a series of victory rolls onto the canvas! On the third roll through, Despayre hooks Dean's legs for the cover!

1.....
2.....
Jamie kicks out!

Despayre then hurries over and tags Big B back in, and Jamie runs over and trips Big B, taking the larger muscle man down to his hands and knees! Jamie then hops on his back and proceeds to slap his ample backside while B tries to buck him off, giving Jamie a rodeo ride around the ring!

Simone: hat's not a situation I think Big B has ever been caught in before!

Adams: Not that Synn probably hasn't tried a time or two.

Finally Big B simply powers his way to his feet with Jamie still dangling off of his back and B falls back into the near corner, crushing Dean under his 280 plus pounds! Big B then remains where he is and arches his back and drives his butt back into Jamie's stomach three straight times, knocking the wind out of him.

Adams: Yeah I'm not so sure that Jamie isn't loving very minute of THAT!

Jamie's hands then are seen snaking their way around Big B's upper body and he begins playing with B's pecs, massaging them!

Simone: You don't say!

Jamie's hands then begin to dip into the waistline of B's jeans but that is enough for Big B and he jerks away and with a furious scowl on his face, he charges Jamie but Dean catches him with a single leg take down, causing B's face to strike the middle turnbuckle!

Simone: And that's the opening I think Jamie was looking for.

Adams: Well, maybe not the ONLY one...

Jamie hurriedly tags Sean and then holds Big B in a front facelock on the mat as Sean springboards over the ropes and comes down across the back of his head with a guillotine legdrop! Jamie rolls outside as Sean rolls B onto his back and covers him for the pin.

1.....
2.....
Big B gets his shoulder up.

Simone: Now is when the challengers are going to have to press their advantage.

Sean goes after B but Big B shoves him down to the mat. Sean is right back up and he starts assaulting B again with fists and again, B powers him down with just one arm! Big B returns to his feet and Sean goes for an Irish whip into the ropes but B reverses it and Sean comes off with a low dropkick to the leg that knocks Big B down to one knee!

Simone: And that is exactly what the challengers are going to have to do to weaken the big man! Take those tree trunk legs out from under him!

Sean drags Big B over to the ropes and he slides out of the ring and slams B's prone leg against the ring apron once, twice, three times! Sean then pulls B closer to the post and wraps his legs around the steel post and locks in a Figure 4 from the outside! B flays and struggles as Sean cinches it in!

Adams: Boy Sean is doing everything just to FIT his legs in a hold like that!

Despayre drops down and hurries around to help but this distracts Jasmine and she rolls outside, heading him off! This gives Vanessa the chance to grab Sean's hands and adds some leverage to the Figure 4 around the post! Jamie himself though steps closer and objects to her interference! Jasmine finally sends Despayre back and she turns and is unaware of Vanessa's illegal assistance. Jasmine is right there and starts counting!

1...
2...
3...
4...

And Sean breaks the hold, but the damage has been done! Big B scoots back and starts reaching toward Despayre, as Sean rolls in and tags Jamie. Sean then quickly grabs Big B's leg and pulls him back away from his corner as Jamie takes his other leg and they make a painful wish!

Adams: I bet I know what Jamie's wish would be!

Simone: So do I and even a late night HBO movie doesn't need that kind of imagery!

Jamie pulls B close to the ropes and he drapes B's leg over the bottom rope, then jumps up and lands across it with his backside. Jamie then grabs B and turns him over into a single leg crab, working the bad leg over with a painful submission hold!

Simone: Has Big B suffered enough damage to that leg to warrant a submission?

Adams: I don't think Big B would ever disappoint his pal Despy like that by submitting.

Big B shakes his head 'no' at Jasmine's request and tries to prop himself up on his elbows and drag himself closer to the ropes. B manages to grab the bottom rope, forcing the break, but Jamie drops a heavy elbow into the back of his head. Big B rolls over into the corner on his backside and Jamie comes flying in with a dropkick into B's muscled torso! Jamie then turns his back to Big B and bends at the waist and begins twerking...

Simone: There went my lunch.

Jamie then runs across the ring, sizes B up, and he races in again and jumps for a Bronco Buster, but B brings his feet up and catches Dean in midair with a double foot kick that sends him crashes back head over heels! The crowd is cheering as Despayre hops up and down, reaching for the tag! B uses the ropes to drag his way closer, extending his arm -- and he gets the tag!

Adams: There we go!

The crowd cheers as Despayre jumps to the top rope and connects with a missile dropkick on Jamie Dean, knocking him clear back to his own corner where Sean tags in! Despayre doesn't wait as he grabs Sean and flips him over the ropes, bringing him in the hard way! Despayre goes for an Irish whip but the former World Champion counters with a reversal, sending Despayre into the ropes instead! Sean swings for a clothesline but Despayre ducks behind and goes for first a Crucifix roll up, but then slides down his back and sunset flips Sean!

1.....
2.....
Sean rolls backwards, jumps to his feet and dropkicks Despayre flush in the head!

Simone: And just that easily, the challengers are right back in control.

Sean sends Despayre into the ropes and on the rebound, he catches the champion and drops him throat first across the top rope! Despayre gags, grabbing his throat and falls to the mat where Sean forces him into a pin!

1.....
2.....
Despayre gets his shoulder up!

Sean throws him back down and covers him a second time!

1.....
2.....
Despayre gets his shoulder up again!

Sean forces him down and for the THIRD time, pins him but this time hooks his leg!

1.....
2.....
Despayre kicks out!

Sean immediately begins shouting at Jasmine, slapping his hands together rapidly, protesting the so-called 'slow count'!

Simone: He didn't get the pin the first time, what made him think the second would take?

Adams: Or the third!

Sean drags Despayre over to his corner and tags Jamie back in.

Simone: I can NOT get over the team work that we're seeing from Dean and Jackson!

Jamie and Sean Irish whip Despayre into the ropes and this time they go for a double backdrop but Despayre turns around and uses the maneuver to land on his feet behind them! Dean and Sean turn around and Despayre double dropkicks both challengers! Before they can stop him, Despayre rolls over and jumps, tagging Big B! The crowd is alive and on its feet as the mammoth man climbs into the ring and clotheslines Jamie Dean to the mat! Sean tries to interject himself in but gets clotheslined for his own efforts! Big B sends Jamie into the ropes and hurls him high into the air with a flapjack and just allows him to crash land face and chest first! Sean comes in again but B catches him in a powerslam and cover, but Jasmine tells B that Jackson is not the legal man!

Adams: Lucky for the challengers!

Big B stands up and Sean slowly rolls away towards his corner. Big B goes to deliver a big boot to Jamie who advances on him but Dean grabs his leg, blocking it, and brings him down with a Dragon Screw leg whip!

Simone: And back to work on that bad leg!

A woozy Jamie pulls the big man up and goes to send him into the ropes but Big B overpowers him and reverses thee attempt. Jamie then comes off and brings Big B crashing onto the back of his head with a swinging neck breaker! Jamie turns around at B's side and starts with the booty bop -- when Sean Jackson comes in and plows right into the back of Jamie's skull with the high knee, laying him out!

Adams: Oh my God! Oh my God!

Simone: What the HELL!?

Jamie Dean is laid out cold and Sean exits the ring, a look of disgust on his face!

Simone: He just attacked his own partner! It was a damn set up!

Big B slowly stands up and drags the dead weight of Jamie Dean up along with him. B sets him up for the B Bomb and drives him down into the sit down powerbomb!

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2.....
3!

The bell rings and the crowd boos Sean Jackson's actions but cheers for thee champions!

Justin: Here are your winners, and STILL SCW Tag Team Champions ... THE BOSOM BUDDIES!

Despayre slowly enters the ring, a perplexed look on his face as he is joined by Synn who hands the belts to him and Big B and Jasmine holds their arms up high!

Adams: This was all part of Sean Jackson's plan since the match got announced! No wonder he's called the Mental Rapist!

Jamie is still out cold as Jasmine now checks on him while the champions celebrate their win, along with Synn and Angel! On the outside, Sean Jackson, with his arm around a beaming Vanessa, points into the ring at Dean and laughs hysterically at what he just accomplished!

Simone: That's all we have time for tonight, we'll see you next week!

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Thank you! to Chris, Mark, Erik, Lord MK, Sam, Horace, Casey, Sean Jackson, Jenny, Vixen. Also thanks again to Vixen for the match banners and supercard banner and to all you guys for being involved in SCW!